I have wanted to start this blog for a while.  I’ve thought that maybe what we have gone through may help others.  Until now I haven’t been able to find the strength to share this very painful and private story.  The story of addiction isn’t easy to share.  Only those who have lived with it know the horror of it.  This blog is not for the addict, but for those that love them and suffer with them.  The focus is usually on the addict.  Here I want to help others understand how addiction affects the families of those that suffer.  I use to think that kids that got addicted to drugs were from hard family situations.  I thought maybe from homes where no one was paying attention.  Surely they didn’t have good parents that loved them and did all they could to raise them right.  I was wrong. 

My son’s addiction has taken me to places that I never thought I’d be.  It has caused me to feel a pain so deep, that at times I can hardly breathe.  It has kept me up all night many nights. The desperation of it is crippling. Sometimes I just have to focus on getting through the hour. However, it has also brought me insight, compassion, understanding and strength. But most of all it has taught me the power of love like I never knew before.