Deja Vue, here we go again. Jail time, again. I don’t think he’ll ever learn. I believe he’s always going to fall back to his old habits when times get tough. He knows his triggers, he knows the resources available but yet he seems to just want the easy way. The easy way doesn’t get
Well Hello Today! Today is another day, a day we can start anew if we choose to do that. I am hoping and praying that we can start anew. I am still worried about my son but the few conversations that we have showed me he has the tools he needs to prevent or limit
This “one day at a time” saying is so true. Everyday could be the last day before a relapse. Living on the edge isn’t easy. It’s getting bad…..again. I am at a loss. I don’t know what to do, what to say or how to feel. We cannot stop the monster. A monster is what
Are you still under “stay at home” orders in your state? Do you see an end in site? Are you able to work from home? Have you accomplished anything during this time? Stay at Home orders cause stress but there are so many questions and really not enough answers, at least for me. I have
While we all are struggling through the COVID-19 lock downs life gets stressful. Since we have my son’s family living here with us, things get crazy. There is no personal space, no escape some days. 4 children and 3 adults are a lot of people together 24/7 in the same house. Then to add to
Just finished visiting my son. Surprised him since I usually visit on Sundays but was sick this Sunday. He was very happy to see me since he hasn’t been able to call anyone because he’s out of money. We talked about how he really missed his kids and it upset him when he saw them
Visiting a jail to see someone that you love isn’t ideal. In fact it’s pretty far from ideal. If you have never had the wonderful opportunity (sarcasm here) let me tell you how it goes. First there are assigned visiting hours usually at pretty inconvenient hours for working people. They are usually twice a week
It’s been 1 year and a half since I started writing this blog. So much has changed but so much has remained the same. My son has been in jail several times, He’s there right now and will miss the birth of his daughter this week. Instead of becoming more positive about his recovery I’m
Today my son turned 33. Age is just a number but also a barometer of how long he’s been struggling with addiction. 15 years, a very very long time. Within those years we’ve gone without knowing where he was, taking him to numerous rehabs, meeting with numerous counselors, setting up sober living houses, receiving phone
Christmas, Hanukkah and Thanksgiving are fast approaching. Holidays can be especially difficult for someone in recovery. The holidays are times of parties and parties a lot of the time involve drinking. Not just the parties but the family dinners, gift giving etc. All these things can cause a tremendous amount of stress. Stress is a
I feel as though I’m very lucky right now. It didn’t always feel this way. Those close to me just didn’t understand addiction, well really neither did I. But I was thrust into learning and learning quickly all I could about the subject. I read whatever I could find and learned so much. I felt
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I am so thankful that my son survived his overdose. We all know that seconds matter in these cases. So someone was watching out for him on Sunday night. I also want to extend my appreciation to everyone that has reached out to me, it is truly appreciated. The scary thing is that he is
I don’t even know where to begin. I was so confident, so happy, my heart was whole when my son was out of jail and was able to be part of my birthday. I couldn’t believe the sense of peace I felt, the inner joy of seeing him and hugging him. He saw his son