Whitney Houston and the Power of Fear

What happened? Whitney Houston had it all: she could sing like nobody’s business, had looks to die for, a loving personality.  And then…

Along came drugs.

The first years with husband Bobby Brown his use of drugs didn’t touch Whitney, at least not physically. There were a lot of stories in the news of his downfall, how family and friends begged her to leave him. No way. Bobby was her man, she would stick by him. And then…

Somewhere along the way did he wear her down with words like, “C’mon, try it just once, if you really love me, you will do this for me … just this one time, I will never ask again. I promise.” Only some people can’t do it, especially if they have an addictive personality. Once is too much and one hundred times isn’t enough.

Many people blame this man, I say not. No one is responsible for your actions but you. You make the decisions … and suffer the consequences. The easy way out is to blame others, refuse to take accountability.

(the look on her companion’s face says it all)

I saw Whitney say on TV that she was the devil, that “crack is wack.” Still, it wasn’t long before the media began to report that Whitney had changed; the singer wasn’t all sweetness and light like she used to be. Photos popped up of a glassy-eyed, nasty celebrity—like this one taken on February 9th outside the Tru nightclub in Hollywood, California.

Two days later the velvet-voiced vocalist was found dead in the bathtub at the Beverly Hilton. The TV is on now as I write, it is rumored that Whitney drowned, unconscious from the drugs found in the room.

Her death touches me, makes me feel sad. I first took notice of Whitney Houston when she recorded “I Will Always Love You.” It wakes your heart, makes one feel the love. Next to the national anthem, it has to be the most popular song ever recorded.

Did you know that a Southern gal who was determined to make a name for herself in country music wrote that song? This outrageous woman showed up in Nashville in 1964; she paid her dues by writing songs for Skeeter Davis, Hank Williams Jr. and others. Three years later she began her own singing career.

As she became popular, the songs and lyrics poured from her heart. It was 1974 when Dolly Parton wrote, “I Will Always Love You.”

Whitney Houston recorded the song for the movie “The Body Guard” and the rest is history. The country fell in love with the song and the woman. Until…

The singer started to slide into the abyss of drugs and alcohol; she began to lose her voice. The magic was gone. I am one who believes it was another drug that destroyed her ability to sing … cigarettes. http://www.scena.org/lsm/sm2-8/sm2-8dre.html

Cigarettes are an addiction: I say this as someone who smoked for more than forty years. Whitney was a chain smoker.

I believe once she lost her voice, Whitney Houston lost her confidence. It became more and more of a struggle to appear in public, especially on stage. She must have felt judged and talked about, which led to more fear. It took drugs to overcome the stress.

I also believe Whitney’s jubilation in the days before she was to appear at the Grammys was put on, that she wanted everyone to believe she was happy … that all was right with her world. Yet, inside the demons still churned, tormented, raised the fear to an all time high because of the Grammys.

Grammy night was her favorite and everyone would be watching; family, friends and peers. She was at rehearsals days earlier to coach singers Brandy and Monica; someone told the press that Whitney was messy and sweating a lot, that she reeked of liquor and cigarettes.

Recently, the star sang “Jesus Loves Me” at a Grammy party with Kelly Price. Her voice was soft, didn’t have the power of the past, says Kenny Lattimore who gave the event.

One day after another brought Whitney closer to Grammy night, closer to the stage, closer to the song…

She didn’t make it.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full


About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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