4B Harm Reduction , Street Works , Bissel Outreach , Indigo Harm Reduction , Moms Stop The Harm , Aawear , substance use and addiction program- yeg , capud
It means so much to me to stand with such amazing advocates who’ve made huge strides in this peer led initiative to end the war on drugs. I’ve done just about every illicit drug out there, I’ve struggled immensely with addiction, had truly amazing highs that have expanded my consciousness, drugs that helped me connect with others, that got me through hard times and of course caused hard times. I’ve never wanted anyone to be ashamed of the pleasure or relief they seek in substances because if we look at ourselves with a compassionate lens we can see that we are all just curious or hurting. The addicted population makes up such a small percentage of substance users and I’ve yet to find one person who was addicted that wasn’t incredibly traumatized and in survival mode. I think we look at surviving through a weird perspective. In some cases it’s considered honourable and inspirational and other times we shame people for their inability to escape struggle.
Unfortunately the most stigmatized are the addicted and hurting while others just partake in whatever substance they wish and they never have to share that experience with anyone.
We can go into nightclubs and bars and drink our faces off, buy expensive festival tickets and party all week or engage in cultural or spiritual practice without much worry.
We rarely think about what it’s like to not be privileged. What about the people who get caught doing the very things we do , even if we’ve only just experimented a handful of times.
If you’ve tried a drug without consequences you really owe it the people who are locked up behind bars, the people on the streets who take on the majority of the moral shame and stigma which places barriers in front of them in terms of healthcare, employment, housing and especially those who’ve lost their lives to the toxic drug supply.
The more we criminalize and demonize substances the more unstable the market becomes. The need and the curiosity have never gone away and so we desperately try to accommodate supply and demand through any unregulated means necessary.
It’s not a problem that affects only those in poverty or those struggling with mental injury/ illness… that drug supply is the same for us all. The most educated are the most high risk because we connect with them every day.
At the end of the day it’s not someone else that’s dying - it’s us. Mothers, fathers , daughters , sons , friends, lovers, neighbours
We shouldn’t have to hide the things we find joy in
We shouldn’t feel ashamed for not knowing how to cope and we most certainly shouldn’t think we are somehow better than because we have money and privilege. Those people die too.
I stood in the scorching sun next to some of my favourite nurses and realized they are here because of people like me. People who admit their truth, who can be vulnerable enough to share their personal hardships and stories to help others understand that we are worth helping and loving and fighting for.
We all have a story. It’s a privilege for you to hear it.
We are the brave ones , the ones who can stand up to injustice, to stigma, moral judgement and defend the goodness of our character.
Remember that next time you’re partying on some extravagant weekend bender - perhaps you’re too ashamed to admit it
But we aren’t , we’re here to teach you how to create brave spaces and value your rights as a human.