Through the height of my daughter’s addiction. Through missing person reports, endless tears. Isolation, fear. Her homelessness. And everything in between.
For the past 6 months, she’s been stable – on a methadone program. I should be elated, happy.
Instead, I’ve been having nightmares.
A few nights ago it was of me driving off the road with my mom asleep at the wheel. Last night it was problems in my new marriage and me stepping barefoot over syringes and needles.
I’ve been on edge the last couple of days and can’t sleep tonight. Her addiction continues to sneak up on me when I least expect it.