Although I had seen Sickgirl’s post about mereggie on The Write Thought, I hadn’t checked out the mereggie site until right now…it is amazing. It is one of those sites that really hits home. Maybe it reminds you of how fortunate you and your family were that you didn’t end up like this…or it might remind you of the addict in your life and the potential for something like this to happen.
Mereggie is a website dedicated to the true story of Reggie McDonald. He was a drug addict, who under the influence of crystal meth left his house one day and never returned. Despite a country wide search…he wasn’t found.
What is truly unique in the story of Reggie McDonald is that his family found hundreds of pages of Reggie’s writings after he disappeared and they have decided to publish them on line in hopes of stopping others from following down the same path as their Reggie. They also write their own take on the whole situation from time to time.
Reggie’s dad gave his insight on his son’s life. He gave some reasons on why he thought Reggie got caught up in a life of drug addiction. It is really touching to see how much Reggie’s family obviously loved him.
Along with Reggie’s own writings the family has gone on to post information about developments in the search for Reggie. The developments conclude with officials finding Reggie McDonald’s remains in a swamp.
There is something about the whole story of Reggie McDonald that grabbed me and got me really wrapped up in it. When I got to the part of the story where the searchers located the skull of Reggie McDonald I can honestly say I was very saddened. I thought for some reason that this was going to have a happy ending to this story…or at least one that let you hold out a little hope.
The story of Reggie McDonald seemed to be the classic addiction story. Reggie had actually complied his own timeline which shows in black and white his downward spiral into drug and alcohol addiction. There was a sentence in one of his writings that truly struck a cord with me:
“After Mike died I did a lot of thinking. I stopped planning for the future and began to live more for the moment. What a mistake that would turn out to be”.
This brought back some memories of my fuck it attitude. Everyone is going to die someday, what does it matter if I die being “happy” on drugs or if I am president of the United States? I too at one time had given up on doing anything for my future. I was worried about one thing, getting high.
Luckily I was able to come out of that way of addictive thinking and go back to having a productive life. Unfortunately Reggie McDonald did not have that chance. I suggest that anyone and everyone who is in anyway connected to addiction whether it be themselves or a loved one, read the writings of Reggie McDonald. I did, I got a lot out of it.