𝕞𝕣.𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕪

Idk but if a hit man is hired can’t he just walk away with the money without completing the job?

I love when people like my WhatsApp status

⚠️This is a drug awareness post. ⚠️ But it’s also very personal. I don’t even know where to start from. I’ll call him P… Mr. P. Someone very close to me. P was that guy. Vibrant, handsome, full of life. Talented. Driven. The kind of person you look at and just know the future is bright. And it actually was… things were working for him. Really working. Until they weren’t. What started as “let’s just have fun” slowly became something else. Something heavier. Something that took control. At some point, drugs became his escape… his only solace. From whatever he was dealing with, whatever he wasn’t saying out loud. And it got bad. Then worse. Then worse again. We’ve tried,friends, family… we’ve tried. Talked, begged, got angry, prayed. Everything. He’s an industrious person, always making money… but everything goes. Cars, money, anything he has. It just disappears. And me… I’ve given him money so many times. Too many times. Because he’s my guy. Even now that i know how bad it is, when he calls and says he needs something urgently… maybe food, maybe anything… it’s still hard to say no. It’s not easy to watch someone you love destroy themselves slowly. One minute you think, “okay, he’s getting better.” Next minute… you’re right back where you started. It breaks me. Not just small tears… I actually cry. I sit down and cry and ask God, “please, just help him. Please.” Because I’ve seen how this story ends. I’ve lost someone before. Rest in peace,Imisi 🕊️. Another vibrant, beautiful soul. Full of life. Drugs took over… things got complicated… and we lost her. So when i look at P, I’m not just scared… I’m terrified. All week I’ve just been thinking… remembering when life was normal. When they were okay. When everything wasn’t like this. And it hurts. I’m not writing this to sound deep. I’m writing this because this thing is real. That “just once” or “just for fun” can become something you can’t control. Some people can handle it… some people can’t. And you won’t always know which one you are. If you’re struggling, I honestly don’t even have all the answers… but please, don’t keep quiet. And if you have someone like P in your life… you’ll understand this feeling. The anger, the love, the frustration. Because I’ve shouted. I’ve insulted him. I’ve blocked him. I’ve asked him, “are you mad? what are you doing to yourself?” And still… i pick up when he calls. Because he’s my brother. My friend. My person. I won’t abandon him. I can’t. I’ll keep praying. I’ll keep hoping. I just want him to win this battle. I pray drugs don’t win. I pray the devil doesn’t win. I pray we win. Because not everyone gets a second chance.💔