{"id":1136,"date":"2008-09-16T23:52:45","date_gmt":"2008-09-17T07:52:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=1136"},"modified":"2008-09-16T23:52:45","modified_gmt":"2008-09-17T07:52:45","slug":"pausing-to-cry-and-reflect","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/pausing-to-cry-and-reflect\/","title":{"rendered":"Pausing to cry and reflect"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n This is Mandy. Today I learned that she died from an overdose. I don’t know what her drug of choice was. I think she took anything she could get her hands on. I met her at the rehab place where I went every week to visit a loved one.<\/p>\n She was a very wounded girl who I wanted to save, but you can’t save people. That’s supposed to be obvious.<\/p>\n She was around 23, anorexic, miserable, desperate and defiant. She manipulated everyone around her. Even me. I didn’t really mind it, though. I wanted to help. I thought she just needed love and support. Everyone at the rehab place expected her to end up dead, such was her commitment to hurting herself.<\/p>\n One day after she left L.A., I erased her text messages, thinking they took too much room in my phone. I kept one though, and I don’t know why. It says: “Thanks, I had fun today.”<\/p>\n Poor little Mandy. Underneath the tattoos and bravado, she was an innocent child who someone must have damaged long ago.<\/p>\n She used to put her head down to show me her blond roots, which she hated. I always responded by showing her my own roots, the gray ones. It was like an alien greeting and it made us laugh.<\/p>\n Other people are reeling from losses today, and my heart aches for them, but it aches most for Mandy.<\/p>\n Send her a prayer to the god of your understanding.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is Mandy. Today I learned that she died from an overdose. I don’t know what her drug of choice was. I think she took anything she could get her hands on. I met her at the rehab place where … Continue reading