A Mother's Journey with her Daughters Addiction
A Mother's Journey with her Daughters Addiction
Mom, you’re not the same anymore. You have changed. Yes. Yes, I have changed. I’ve changed my mind. I’ve changed my outlook. I’ve changed and have done self reflecting. I’ve grown as a woman, a mother and a friend. Every day I try to become more educated and become a better person than I was yesterday. I’ve changed because I …
I am tired. I am tired of beautiful people dying. I am tired of incredible families being destroyed. I am tired of so many pointing fingers, yet not looking at ourselves and our own place in it. We need to stop placing FULL BLAME on those who struggle with addiction for slips in their sobriety. I am sick of …
I see the comment so often when it comes to addiction. “Where were the parents?”. That REALLY infuriates me. It adds to the stigma that is already present and a big reason why so many families keep the struggle to themselves. We feel judged, people cast downward glances, unsure of what to say. Where was I? When you were born, …
“Why can’t they just stop using?” “Why does it have to by my kid?” “How can they do this to us?”. These are questions I consistently hear from parents and loved ones, WE ARE ADDICTS AND ALCOHOLICS. IT IS A DISEASE. Listen, none of us just wake up one day and think.. I am going to try heroin today. NO that’s …
After we discovered my daughter Brittany was using heroin again, we had some hard choices to make. We knew she couldn’t live in our home anymore. After all, we also had a 10-year-old daughter, we had made family rules about consequences and I had to keep our home a safe haven. But the thought of having her not in my …
I was the PTO mom, the carpool mom, the Brownie leader. We ate family dinners at the table, taught our children manners and took family vacations. My husband and I were blessed to have very good jobs. My daughter, Brittany, the beautiful girl in the photo, was the honor roll student, the volunteer at the city parks and recreation department …
When my daughter Brittany suffered her seizures, she was in the hospital for 5 days. 5 excruciating long days. I couldn’t sleep, for fear she would have another seizure. I had moved the hospital chair around so I could directly face her, my body jumping in fear every time her eyes fluttered. At the time, my husband John and I …
I remember when I was 15 years old and my Grandfather passed away of cancer. Friends and family brought over casseroles, pies, and lasagnas. Warm cookies left on the porch and neighborly visits of talks and coffee. My mom needed that support. She was able to work through some of her grief without having to worry about making dinners and …