I had a wonderful talk with a young woman a few days ago. She came to the ER confused, hallucinating and suicidal. The mental health system being what it is in most states, she was still in the ER the next day. This time she was lucid, calm, pleasant and apologetic. “I think it was the LSD,” she said. We had to laugh. She admitted it could also have been the case of beer and the marijuana. She wasn’t suicidal. She was, and is, an alcoholic. If you spend any time with the addicted, you’ll find that they are not typically frothing at the mouth, screaming and angry. They are people who just want to be loved.