As a rocker kid in the 1980s and 90s, I never really liked Whitney Houston. I always respected her talent and she seemed like a decent person, but that was it.
Mood music: Whitney at her best…
But I had kept track of reports in recent years about the drug use, the family dysfunction and the fall from musical grace, and it always made me sad. Everyone has a demon or 10 to fight. Some call it our cross to bear. You’ve read about mine plenty of times in this blog.
Unfortunately, some have better luck than others in beating the demons back.
Houston deserves credit for being honest over the years. People love to gawk when the mighty fall, but she didn’t walk around pretending nothing was wrong. I think back to the 2002 interview she did with Diane Sawyer, where she admitted that she was a user. In 2009, she admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she laced her marijuana with rock cocaine and revealed that she’d done time in rehab and had undergone an intervention by her mother.
I feel for her fans. I remember the sadness I felt when Kurt Cobain and Steve Clark died.
Others lose the fight.
I’ll say a prayer for Houston and hope she is in a better place.
And I’ll thank God for my own recovery. I’m sober and abstinent today, but I know I’ll never, ever be fully out of the woods.
Grab life by the balls and don’t let go to grab the pills, the booze, the food or whatever else will make a slave of you.