I guess you just might need to get screwed over a fair bit more, or have your valuables stolen, or your property damaged beyond repair, or perhaps have your life put in danger by these "poor lost souls" to better understand my complete lack of empathy.
They want help, you take them to a clinic, you get em cleaned up because you don't want your friend to die. Then after all that effort, you go check on em and they are barred out with barely a pulse on the floor. 2 days after leaving the in patient program.
Maybe you tried to get your once best friend a place to crash with promises that they are going to go to that out patient center and you go to the bathroom and your computer is gone and so are they.
Maybe you are picking your friend up to take him home and a stranger gets in the car with him and demands money, and there is a gun in his belt, cause your idiot friend bought drugs and said you would foot the bill. NO THANKS, I am personally done with addicts. They ****ed up. And I guess I was addicted to hope for them. I feel free from my addition to trying to empathize and help them.
Let's not forget all of that emotional and mental abuse they put you through while they were high, or when you tried to suggest they needed help and they wished death on you. Been there done that. I finally gave up, it's absolutely not worth it.
When you got through nearly 2 decades of trying to help only to have them hate you, spit in your face, or die on you, you come back to me. With that positive attitude.