You worry about every little thing, don't you? You start to know people out of your frame of mind. People that you'd see in bars on a rainy Tuesday now are your friends. They start telling you about the woes, the drugs, but they seem okay with it. Your fine with them telling you, they seem happy, content maybe. "Hey, that's how it goes." You shrug, and agree. When did we stop striving for something different? Is that happiness, just accepting hardship?
Maybe we just make things hardier for ourselves. We say "addiction" as an excuse. We say "problems" because we create them without looking for a solution.
We just need to keep the simple solutions in are head; that if you don't try, you really won't get anywhere.