2015 With tears in her eyes wrapped up in a blanket. Hugging me she said, "Mom, I'm scared." Rewind. I showed the motel manager her picture, and he said he'd seen her earlier that day. After driving up and down... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. Sorry to go deep, but I have become increasingly aware of the casualness, and social acceptance of joke telling that reinforces the shaming of addicts and alcoholics. It may be ignorance, but that doesn't make... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. It’s happy. The feeling, that is. As the mother of an addict, it can best be described as the kind of happy that can only come from experiencing the deepest heartache. With the deepest sense... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. I'll try to address one of the questions I would get repeatedly in her active addiction. It was one of the most painful. Even reading the question in my head while trying to formulate a... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. Can you guess what it is? For me, the ugly truth has been discovering that all the horrific things we've heard, read, or seen on tv or in the movies about addiction... are true. It's... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. It's when I'm alone with my thoughts that I'm the most vulnerable. The silence is deafening when it surfaces feelings of heartache, sadness and worry. In the blink of an eye, the days so carefully... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. Did someone pull the rug out from underneath me? I've fallen and I can't get up. I've been asked, don't you ever get angry? And, how can you be so understanding... Anger, sadness, disbelief, worry.... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. I'm putting it all out there. For other parents of addicts who may be struggling, or anyone else who has thought about giving up. I want you to know that you WILL get through this.... Continue Reading →
A page from my journal. Hi sweetheart, my beautiful girl. Where, oh where are you? I pray that you are okay, ... safe. I'm sitting here thinking about you, remembering vividly the day you were born. The moment you came... Continue Reading →
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