Joseph Bleiler, known to his friends as Joey B, started using
heroin at age 13. The result of that lifestyle is revealed by headlines like
"Son
wielded knife, wrestled with mother, according to Roseto police chief"
"Roseto
mom purchased heroin in Easton with 17-year-old son in car, police say"
and "Joseph
Bleiler shops on another man's dime."
Joey B is a participant in Northampton
County's Drug Court, and was promoted to Phase 2 yesterday after writing and
reading this essay in open court to his ex-wife, heroin.
Dear Heroin,
Well old friend it's been a long time
since we last talked, I remember the last time we talked it was a rough day the
last time I saw you. You know you really destroyed a lot of my life. You took
my family from me, and you took my own life. It's because of you that my arms are
always cold. You're the reason my family turned their backs on me, because you
did this to me you ended up making me the evil person I did not want to be.
That would steal anything that wasn't tied down. You broke me spiritually,
emotionally and physically. You robbed me of my dignity and self-respect. You
took everything from me. You stole my family and you made all my friends hate
me and worst of all you took it all. I have nothing because of you, you made me
weak and broken. I definitely won't let it happen again. I loved you, and you
never gave me anything but a bad life because you drained me of everything I
ever had. I committed crimes because of your influence and tried to take my own
life. You left bruises on my arms. You made my life a living hell. I hated each
day that I had to wake up and see you robbing everyone I know just for me to
feel normal. I'll never give you that control again, because today I found a
better way. I found I don't need you make me feel sick. In fact, just the
thought of you makes my stomach turn. I lost it all for you, and I promise
you'll never get another thing from me as long as I live. I won't let you take
my life the way you did before because I'm stronger than you and I know you
don't like it. The pestering of me every day was the worst part. The last thing
I ever gave you was my freedom. You will never have anything of mine again. I
was lost in a dark room with you and I won't go back to that room. I have
nailed that door shut. left you. In the past all you wanted was to see me dead,
and give me a false sense of happiness. ...
I have broken those chains you shackled me
in. I have taken my life back, and I won't let you back in any matter how much
you beg. I will never give this life up. It is beyond my wildest dreams. I don’t
want to lie in bed with you anymore. That bed was cold, dark and filled with
nothing but pain. I never knew who I was until now, and I'll never give it up.
I want this forever.
You'll always be a distant memory of what
life was like. I will never give you another ounce of my being. You took so
much from my life, all the time I missed with my family, all the people who
came and went in my life because of you. You took so many of my friends’ lives,
but I won't let you take mine.
I remember the first time I met you, you
made me feel complete inside. You could do no wrong and everything was just
perfect. Then one day I woke up and thought I had the flu, turns out it was my
body just missing you. Once I got you back in my veins, where you belonged, all
my permanent problems were temporarily solved. Slowly but surely, you began to
destroy my life. My family and friends just didn't understand that I had taken
a vow and made you my wife. I loved you more than I loved my own mother for
some reason even I couldn't understand. There in my room I sat, with all my
possessions gone, my life gone, with just a mattress and a room. I gave you one
last shot and fell on my face, hoping that I wouldn't awake. Then someone
walked in my room and saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful. Now
I have a clear understanding that what I did was not right.
I thought life was perfect, I thought it
was pure, but them the law caught up and I found a cure. On sheer willpower I
couldn't go alone. I remember the nights crying on a jailhouse phone, pleading
for forgiveness, asking for help. When I was released it was put on a shelf,
never to be thought of again till the day you robbed me of my only best friend.
Alone in my cell is where I sat, when I
got the news my mother had passed. I missed the last moments she had alive
because I wanted to be with you one very last time. That was the last time you
tried to take my life. After that day, you were no longer my wife. You took way
too much and it wasn't enough, so no longer will I be a shell just left to
wander and rust. Today I found a new way to live happy and free, so I'm closing
the door and tossing the key. This is the last time I speak to you.
Sincerely,
Joey Bleiler
