Desperation

I will say that during the years of my son’s raging addiction I tried everything.  I spent most of my days thinking about what I could do or where I could go.  I talked to countless people about him.  

One night I called a counselor’s office after hours and happened to get him on the phone.  I rattled off my story, as I had many times before.  I will always remember what he said to me.  “Jill” he said, “He won’t stop until he’s ready, no matter what you do.”  Silence on my end of the phone.  How could that be? I’m his mother, I have to do something.  He is gonna kill himself or someone else or end up in prison.  He calmly said.  “People in addiction will not get help until they are ready to change.  I have seen so many parents spend their retirements sending their kids to rehabs and camps all for them to come home and continue in their addiction.”  Then he continued, “You just have to set boundaries with him.  Set rules of what you will and won’t put up with and hold that line.  That’s all you can do.  He will decide when he’s done.”  Somehow that was and wasn’t comforting.  I now know how much wisdom he shared with me that night.  But, when you’re a Mother, seeing your child so dangerously out of control and fearing for his life, you get tunnel vision.  You loose a part of your common sense.  You literally feel an instinct kick in like the Mother Bear who will stop at nothing to save her cub.  It’s like you can’t help yourself.  Looking back I see that head space I was in.  It didn’t necessarily help him or me.  

Addiction isn’t like you as a parent can go fight the enemy or talk your child away from a dangerous situation. Their brain chemistry changes. You can remove him or her, only to have them figure out a way back.  I have done many things to try to save him.  I have lectured his friends, chased them in my car, never gave him money or a license, took his door off his room, sent him to a boy’s ranch, locked him out of the house, called the police on him, confiscated his drugs, took him to counseling.  This is just an example of a few things I did.  Nothing worked.  

In the end I tried to set boundaries and he wouldn’t respect them, so he had to leave.  I  told him to come back when he was ready to get some help.  There is so much that happened and so much emotion between those last two sentences.  It looks simple.  He had to leave.  It wasn’t.  It was heart wrenching and terrifying and awful.  I managed the strength, only because it was all I had left to try.


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Just For Today

This morning as I opened my eyes, lying in bed, I thought.  Just for today.  Just for today I am going to live my life as if it didn’t happen.  I am going to put it in a box, close it and put it on a shelf.  Just for today, I am not going to think about it.  Just for today I won’t let the sadness of it weigh on my heart.  I won’t let the disappointment and fear cause a constant ache in my chest.  Just for today, I won’t let the intense feeling of failure affect how I feel about myself.  Just for today I will internalize the statement: I didn’t create it, I can’t control it and I can’t cure it.  For today I will focus on all the great things happening in my life. For today I will let myself feel hope for the future.  Hope that someday this will all be a memory with a happy ending.  Just for today. For today I will focus on the things I can control in my life and find joy in that. Just for today.  Then tomorrow, I will try again.

I wrote this 3 years ago as my son sat in jail.  Having someone close to you that is in addiction, and all the chaos that is a part of the disease, is emotionally and physically staggering.  The constant fear and worry.  The feeling that the next storm is coming, if you're not already in one. The helplessness and confusion is overwhelming.  If you let it, it will take over your life.  

I remember many sleepless nights, up until he came home.  Waiting on the couch of the living room, watching and hoping he would come back.  The minutes like hours,  I didn't turn on the lights most of the time.  Just me in the dark, praying for my son.  Sometimes he came and sometimes he didn't.  When I saw him walking up to the house, the tears always came.  I would go to my room and sob with relief that he was home.

One thing I know for sure, when living with someone in addiction, you have to take care of yourself.  It seems impossible, I know.  But you must try to detach.  You ruining your life, doesn't help them or you.  Even if it's an hour at a time.  Take a rest from it mentally.  The book Codependent No More by Melody Beattie is the bible, as far as I'm concerned, when you're living with someone in addiction.  If you haven't read it you must do it now.  It saved me in so many ways.

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Start The Healing

Every time I sit to write for this blog I start to think about writing advice about dealing with addiction.  I begin to write about what might help you, and every time I do, it doesn’t flow at all.  The thought keeps coming back to me…just tell the story.  The story is hard to tell and harder to let others read.  It’s hard for my son to let me tell it.  It’s painful to put it out there.  But, when I get authentic, then the words come with ease.  When I bare my soul, it comes without effort.  I thank Mitch for letting me tell these things that are painful for him to read and have others know.  He and I do it, only with the hope that it might help someone else.  I think we all spend too much time trying to look perfect.  Hiding our pain and experiences for fear of being judged.  I wish we would all get real about life and let each other know about what we suffer with.  Then, maybe we would all have more compassion and not feel alone. 

Drug and alcohol addiction can touch any and all families.  I don’t care how careful and thoughtful and diligent you are to teach your kids.  If you haven’t dealt with it, don’t be proud about it, be grateful.  I have found that many parents just aren’t aware that their kids are using drugs.  It took me a year to realize there was a problem, because I wasn’t looking.  I never imagined it could happen to us.  You see I am an adult child of an alcoholic.  My mother wasn’t a mother to me because she was drunk most all of my life.  My childhood was ruined because of her alcoholism.  I suffered and still do to this day because of it.  So, I made sure from a very young age to talk about it to my kids and warn them and teach them about the dangers of substance abuse.  Even so, it still happened. 

I tried so hard to distance myself from the pain of my experience with my Mom, that when my son started down the same road it was devastating. So seriously emotionally crippling.  I’m sure I didn’t handle his situation with enough wisdom because of it.  I was overcome by so much old pain and emotion that I had pushed down for so long.  Then it all came crashing to the surface and I felt overwhelmed.  Ever heard of the saying.  “Old feelings buried alive never die”? It’s true.  

As time went on I did learn to process my feelings better and learn to set boundaries.  I will talk about that in another post.  The thing I want to end with is that you must feel your feelings. Either do so, or live in pain and denial.  After you suffer enough, you get desperate enough to do the work.  The inner work that needs to be done.  Living in pain and fear was no longer an option for me.  So I began…the healing that needed to be done.

Rising From The Ashes

My son at the age of 20 years old was sent to prison for 3 years and 4 months.  He got into drugs at 14 and his life slowly spiraled downward from there.  These past years have felt like watching a movie of someone else's life.  A movie where the mother deserved this pain and humiliation.  A mother that set a bad example in the way she lived her life. A mother that used drugs herself or neglected her son or worst.  But I wasn't any of those mothers. Yet I was fighting to save this young man’s life with all that I had in me.  Trying anything I could think of to help him.  Even so, I sat in court watching my precious son enter with chains around his ankles and wrists. In a white jump suit that had INMATE across the back.  Filing in with characters that I would have warned him to never get near. Yet he was sitting right next to them.  He was one of them.  I couldn’t wrap my head around it.  He was facing a sentence of years in prison.  His “friends” turned against him so they could escape the terrible consequences.  Bailed out by there testimonies that it was all his fault.  I knew better…so did they. Even so, in this unbearable situation, he held his head high.  He took his sentence with the composure and courage of a man much older than he.  He accepted responsibility and didn’t blame anyone else.  As the judge announced his sentence, the room was quiet except for my sobbing.  I tried, so hard to cry softly, but I couldn’t control my emotion.  Just raw emotion coming from a mother’s heart.  The kind of emotion that won’t be hid or calmed.  That doesn't care who sees or what anyone else thinks.  As the bailiff led him out he glanced at me and I could see in his eyes the reassurance he wanted to give me.  As I walked to the car alone I felt the physical pain of a broken heart.  This was not what I had in mind for my life and for my son.  I would have never imagined I would be facing this situation.  I couldn’t let myself think about what lie ahead for him.  

It is 3 and a half years later and my son has shown me how to rise like The Phoenix from the ashes to a new birth. How you take the pain and mistakes of the past and make them work for you.  To accept what you can not change and make the most of it. The story of my son is just one of many things that have forced me to either wake up and live or to remain eyes closed holding on for dear life like you do when you’re on a rollercoaster ride.  I’ve been to the dark night of the soul. More times than I’d wished.  I have lived in pain and pushing down the emotion and confusion like you do an overflowing trash can. Keeping the lid on…tight.  Everything about my life is different than I had thought it would be.  I have been sad and scared for too long. I am ready to change my life.  This work of inner healing is hard work.  There is no blueprint or plan.  Only the plan that you make as you listen to your heart and soul. I think it will be different for everyone.  Nobody can tell you how to heal your life.  I have found that if you listen you will start to get the inspiration you need for your own healing. I am going to write about my process.  I feel like the mythical Phoenix bird.  Who after being burned to ashes ..starts to open her eyes and begin to rise up.  Learning from the past with eyes wide open… being born to a better life.

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