Nobody cares enough.

I know people who are disintegrating. Mentally. Emotionally. Their lives aren’t going well. For all sorts of reasons. I wonder whether to intervene. Should I really care? I get advice. From friends and acquaintances. Some say mind my own business.  Steer clear. I suspect that’s the wrong course. I shouldn’t just sit back and watch. I should do something decisive. Meaningful. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. Maybe it’s a recognition that I can’t be all things to all people. Thing is, some people don’t want help.  Personally, I’d foist help on some people. If I could. Like it or not. Especially on alcoholics. I’d get them committed. To an institution. Maybe that won’t work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Better that one tries to bring help to the needy. Even those that don’t want it. I’m for putting the mentally ill into institutions. Where they can get psychiatric or drug therapy, or a combination. But I’m told everybody needs freedom, including the freedom to choose their type of treatment. Even the freedom to choose whether to get help. If someone wants to commit suicide, so be it. If someone wants to drink himself to death, so be it. Where does one draw the line? Anyway,  I am watching people in the process of disintegrating. Going crazy. People that refuse help.  With proper help, they might recover. And be well again. Still, some of ‘em won’t get help. Because nobody cares enough.  –Jim Broede