Out of all the short stories I have read thus far, “Sonny’s Blues” was the story that I found myself relating to. This short story told the story of heroin addiction from the other side, which ultimately is my side. My side, because I have dealt with having someone in my life who was a heroin addict. My cousin, who is like my sister, was an addict for five years. Reading this story made old emotions arise again. My cousin has been clean for nine months now, but anyone who knows about heroin addiction knows that that can change in an instant.
I have never been one to really understand the whys and the hows of addicts and I have never heard anyone else’s story from my side before reading this short story. Although this was only a story, as I read it, I felt like finally there is someone else out there who knows what it feels like to go through what I have. This story explained the darkness that we, the other ones, feel.
I try like the older brother did, to talk to my cousin about the addiction, but ultimately I like Sonny’s older brother will never truly understand. The only thing we understand that there are other one’s who hurt, other than our addict love ones.
I was thinking of having my cousin read this story. I know she has no idea what it feels like to be in my shoes and maybe this short story would shed some light. I know this story will not “cure” her, but the only thing I can do is hope, just like Sonny’s brother hopes that that piano and that music will somehow “cure” Sonny….
Submitted by Samantha Graziano
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