I feel uneasy when I see anyone struggling with addiction. It's like a deep-seated worry that they are going to die. For me, it stems from watching my uncle's decent into alcohol addiction. He was so sad and loathed himself but couldn't beat it. He wanted a pill to take to make it all better. When he was drunk he was sad and rambly. It hurt to watch. He died young. I was just a kid and was unable to help.