Let me tell you about some people I care about.
Last month, I lost a friend. He struggled with alcohol for years and he died by suicide. I will be at his funeral next month.
I also think about my other friend. He had bright ginger hair. A smile that lit up every room. I loved him—everyone did. He was the life and soul of every event. But substances took him too young. He was in his early twenties.
And my schoolmate. A beautiful girl with blonde hair and a daughter—also gone in her twenties.
These people are not statistics.
They were parents. They were siblings. They were somebody's children. They were my friends.
This is what substances can do. This is why alcohol should never be sent without explicit consent.
"Women shouldn't vote."
"No wonder she's a single mum."
"She just wants to stop people having fun."