I Just Saved Someone’s Life.

It was obvious that the two of them had relapsed. His roommate spent 20 MINUTESwatching his seize on the ground before even knocking on my door or calling an ambulance. By then, he wasn’t breathing. The only time I’ve ever seen someone die was my mother and the moment she stopped breathing, I ran to find a nurse only to have her shake her head. That’s probably why I hesitated; shaking in utter disbelief. I performed CPR for minutes on end and kept him from hurting himself. I guess none of the other housemates had no idea what to do. Then his 40-yr-old roommate dipped out to “go to work.” When the ambulance showed up, he refused to get taken to the hospital even though his heart rate was over 150—he’s 24 and skinny dude. He’s a heroin addict but his high of choice is a speedball. 

The only other time I’ve ever seen anything like this was in rehab when this preppy oxy addict seized up before he had gotten his suboxone. This was my first day. He didn’t look like an addict. He looked like a businessman on vacation—like he was going to get up off the ground and go play a round of golf. He wore a polo and slacks every day. Never got involved in any of the drama. He had started using when he hurt his back. The only time he ever really seemed like one of us was when one of the counselors went fucking apeshit on everyone after learning that pills had been snuck in. When her rant about how “every one of you will die if you don’t take this seriously” was over, the entire room was stunned silent except for him who couldn’t help but cackle. During my third week, he checked out because he was getting back surgery. We all wished him well. The next day, his best friend jumped off a building. What he hadn’t told anyone was that his back surgery could possibly have paralyzed him from the waist down. Three days after he left rehab, he OD’d. We all knew that it wasn’t an accident.

Our rehab was a joke. There were two pools, a sauna, a gym, a 4-star chef, maids, somewhat mandatory classes, and the van that could take us to outside meetings was always filled to capacity by couples who always left the meetings to go fuck outside. I left that place thinking that I was cured. Obviously, I wasn’t. In hindsight, the only thing I kept with me in sobriety was the sound of his laughter above the silence. 

  -  24 July 2014

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and in that moment, everyone’s heart broke

207,901 notes   -  21 July 2014


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475 notes   -  17 July 2014

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I just needed to get that out of my system. 

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I think without question women who aspire to be athletes, who want to play sports, are better off today than they were thirty years ago. I think it really encouraged young girls to go out there and aspire to their dreams and try to reach their goals. 

But despite Title IX, women have really gained very little at the professional sports level over time. 

It’s a cultural issue. It’s not just a women in sport issue. As a culture we have to look at all of the messages we send out on a daily basis about what we think is important. I think we’ve made a lot of progress. But I think we have a lot of progress to make.

23,017 notes   -  11 July 2014

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