I generally avoid partaking in Hollywood scandals, but the life and times of Anna Nicole Smith is a sensational story. Born a poor Texas girl, she became famous for being famous–that’s it. Some called her a “gold digger.” She was a stripper and an on-again, off-again mega millionaire’s widow, a Playboy centerfold, a model and a reality star with her very own television show. But most of all, she was human–not really a shining star. Her spotlight was not one with subtle rays of light dancing about the stage. Her beam was so bright it blind-sided everyone in sight. Her life flashed by with glitters of lightening and a kaleidoscope of hazy blues. She also turned me into a media addict. Since her tragic death, I have remained glued to the boob tube–like a video freak. I haven’t felt like this since O.J.
It was the late morning of Thursday, February 8, 2007. I awoke feeling ill, so I called in sick. I had the classic symptoms of the influenza strain. I felt miserable, to say the least. I had a fever, sore throat and body aches. I still have not been back to work for the past twelve days.
During my illness, I have been bedridden and all my attention has been focused on the Anna Nicole Smith tragedy on television. My interest is intense, because her story of addiction hits a strong chord with me. The twists and turns of her story keeps me unusually focused because I can relate to the addictions she suffered. I can also relate to her grief. Anna lost her beloved son, Daniel, last September. He died of a suspicious drug overdose. This was the ultimate tragedy that threw her over the edge in deep depression and suicidal attempts on her life and eventual death.
With Anna’s grief, we saw her pain. Her lifestyle and the people she hung out with enabled her to continue her self-destructive path. We have all seen it before. We knew of celebrities before her that fell from grace. Unfortunately, with fame and fortune, addiction and loneliness equal disaster. We saw the path and destruction in Anna’s idol, Marilyn Monroe. We saw Elvis Presley and John Belushi, and many other celebrities sadly go the same way. Some simply can’t handle it. Anna, also, was one of these personalities. The Anna Nicole Smith story should be a wake up call for those who might be heading a similar direction. We all like to blame others for not setting her straight. The truth is, some people do not listen to advice or counseling. Neither do they react or respond to intervention. They have to hit rock bottom first– if they survive.
Our culture dictates that we cannot force our will on others. Alcoholics and addicts must take the first step. Anna’s friends did not kill her. They enabled her to kill herself. If everybody followed the same path, other directions are not visible. The steps and stones are not there. An addict must fall off the deep end and hit rock bottom. Some will swim, others will drown. It’s a cold, brutal and ruthless world.
When Anna gained fame and fortune, she weakened to drug addiction, then she lost her self and never found her way back. She preferred friends in low places. She befriended leaches, blood suckers,and wannabes that had possessed several dysfunctional traits–greed and a craving for attention, just like Anna.
I had sympathy and a soft heart for Anna. I could feel her pain. I am an alcoholic and addict, too,– in recovery. I have hit rock bottom many times. I saw my two older brothers and several friends self-destruct and kill themselves from addictions and suicide. They had friends in low places. I had friends in low places. I had overdosed and almost lost my life several times. Like Anna, I lost somebody very special in my life–my wife, Bobbie. When she died from cancer, I lost my will to live. I fell off the deep end and was drowning. Nobody else could save me. In my final days, by sheer fate, I pushed myself up toward the surface and I survived.
People love to hear these kind of stories and the media goes wild. Of all the articles I have written, suicide and addiction rate the highest among my readers. This is no surprise. People can relate. The attention to Anna’s story has trumped the war in Iraq and other world events. It’s all about the reality of life in America and how we perceive it. It seems we all know somebody like Anna, who do not heed the obvious warnings, and live on the edge in the fast lane.
Blaming others for Anna’s death may be wrong. Her story has just begun. Many people may prove to be responsible for their negligent actions and strange behavior. And Anna, for the first time in her life, may have just performed an academy award winning performance in a wilder version of the life and times of Norma Jean–Marilyn Monroe. In Anna Nicole Smith’s case–the portrayal of Vicky Lynn, the most famous person for being famous. Her story is greater.
Anna Nicole Smith’s life was a long and winding train wreck. Marilyn Monroe’s life was a candle in the wind. I hope and I pray, they have found eternal peace. May God bless them all. Rest in peace.
Earl D. Erickson is an internet author who loves to write true stories. He writes exactly how he feels. His articles can be read at EzineArticles.com or by going directly to his websites. He hopes his readers will be inspired by relating to their problems they are experiencing, like grief, depression, addiction, suicide and other struggles in life. He is currently writing a book about his life struggles. The book is entitled, Independence Day: An Alcoholic’s Journey To Recovery. He encourages his readers to e-mail him with their stories and comments.