What’s it like being the parent of an addict? I’m not talking about the day-to-day experience with a crisis and drama around every corner. I
As a little girl, Mom and Dad promised I could be anything I wanted — police officer, teacher, journalist — and that no matter what,
Get out of my way. That’s exactly what I wanted everyone to do when I was active in my addiction. If a person didn’t have money or something I could sell for crack cocaine, then I wanted nothing to do with them. All that my family could do was watch the whirlwind of devastation from the sidelines. They tried to encourage me to seek help, but I didn’t want to hear a word they said.
Stunned. Worried. Guilt. These were just a few of the emotions I felt when I got the call telling me I needed to pick up
When I went away to Camp Winona when I was 11, my mom sent me letters that began, “My Dearest Darling Daughter.” I cringed and
During a very dark time a friend told me, “Where there is life, there is hope.” I don’t know if he knew how profound those words were to me. In fact, I didn’t even know at the time. I just heard the words and applied them to my son’s situation.
I saw and experienced more than I was able to handle as a child. My father was an alcoholic which resulted in chaos in our family including physical and verbal abuse in my parents’ marriage. By the time I was a teenager I was lonely, hurt, and angry. All of which I believe played a huge role in why I developed poor decision making skills and no y self-worth I couldn’t count on my father to play an active part in my life which left me with a void that I didn’t know how to fill.
I stem from a family of alcoholics and though my mother managed to escape that legacy, I was still raised in a house where a
Like millions of other baseball fans, I cannot wait for the first pitch of tonight’s Game One of The World Series. Lincecum versus Lee. Who