Comments by "Ida Larsen" (@idalarsen2540) on "Dr. Phil"
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I know right, wtf?
SO many people here are blaming her and are just being plain CRUEL. None of those people see the ACTUAL problem here.
This is NOTHING but exploitation and sensationalism for views, his own gain. He talks down to her so much, breaking her down even more.. while she's obiviously laying down on the floor in pain. He's kicking her while she's down, it's just cruel.
I've been an addict myself and have gotten those kinds of treatment (take the TV part out of it), and all it did was make me do even more drugs. Smh. It wasn't until someone actually started treating me better and considered the effect their words had on me, after I got so mad about it all that I had to just scream in his face how terrible he made me feel, that all it did was made me feel worse and fall even deeper into my addictions that I started to even just CONSIDER that what I was doing were more harmful than I wanted to think.
Knowing that you're not judged for falling was such a big comfort to me. It made me actually want to do SOMETHING about it. It took me an extremely long time and many, many tries over several years for me to actually sober up - and stay sober.
I still enjoy some drugs from time to time (smoke weed daily, most at night time due to ptsd related nightmares and insomnia, a very rare couple of drinks or a couple beers and sometimes I take amphetamine/speed, although that's rare), but it's all under control. I work, pay my rent and bills and take properly care of my self, my dog and my cat. So finally, I'm doing good.
If people treated me like Phil treats this lady, I'd literally be dead. I would have no incentive to try to help myself. I'd feel to shameful and worthless.
Shame on you, "Dr." Phil.. shame.
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For real. I became homeless for about three years, and I had both a dog and a cat before that happened (honestly not my fault, seriously. Long story). Luckily I knew that my dog could stay with my father safely, so she wasn't really a worry for me. My cat on the other hand was. I knew of no one that would agree to take care of my cat for me while I tried finding a new place, so I was extremely worried. I asked EVERYONE I knew, posted about it daily on facebook and everywhere. I knew I could give him away, but I simply refused having to give him up to strangers. That was so horrible, the entire thing. I wanted my sweet cat back, we loved each other so much and I knew I could provide a great home for him as soon as I found somewhere new to live. It took me quite some time, three years like I said - but I did it.
I eventually did recieve an offer from a friend who were willing to take him in, but after a while she found him to be "too much" for her (she fell way too deep in her drug abuse smh, my cat wasn't at fault in any way. He's a sweetie. I panicked as I had to look for someone else. Eventually someone else I knew took him in, but after a while they broke up and we're moving away from each other, and none of them were willing to take him with them. Same route once again. These two people were my last hope (I thought), so it absolutely broke my heart. I still refused to give him up. Then, like a miracle, some friends of some of my other friends had heard about our story and wanted to help - for free, even. They took him in and cared so much for him. They cared so much in fact that they wanted to TAKE HIM, despite promising me that I'd get him back when the time was ready. I was livid, completely FURIOUS. I couldn't do anything but cry myself to sleep every night, and just the thought of him brought me to tears. I had already fought so much for him, my energy was drained. Still, the thought of losing him for good was too much for me. I just couldn't take it. I did everything and more to convince them to give him back to me. After months of living in my new apartment, I still hadn't gotten him back, but I refused to let him go. Eventually, they budged. Thankfully.
I now live safely with both my pets, my dog Lucy and my cat Skurk (Norwegian for criminal, pretty much - sounds like a weird name in English but I promise you, he fits his name completely and everyone just finds it to be a cute, fitting name for him). I work and take care of them very well, more than I've seen most people do. I'm so glad that I kept fighting for us, that I never lost hope regardless of how dark it all seemed for years.
I'll fight for my loved ones, my pets any time, any day. Always. ALWAYS.
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