Laura was tired of travelling the road she had chosen, tired of its alcohol dependant destination.

She wanted to go to rehab. She researched different places, found one that suited her.

I took it in my stride, I did not know what else to do. But oh, my daughter going to rehab. Rehab was a presence, a huge rock in my gut.

I organised Sunday dinner the day before Laura went to rehab. Her sister with her family, two grandsons now, came too.

We sat around the table and chatted, a normal event. I could not take any more. My head was a sackful of pain. I kissed Laura, wished her luck and took myself to bed to allow my silent tears to fall.

Early next morning Laura waited on the street for a member of the care team to collect and take her to the detox centre: a two week stay before settling into rehab for twelve months.

Laura had given me the key to her flat. Asked Husband and me to collect and store her belongings, hand the key back to the agent.

With heavy hearts, Husband and I entered the dismal flat. We took her furniture to the tip. Picked up her bulging plastic bags. Her whole life there, in those black sacks. I took a last look around the place, made sure we had everything. The mirror Laura and I had shopped for still hung on the wall.

Mirror, mirror, what have you seen? No doting husband reflected there, or laughing children doing their hair. This mirror’s recollections were of an alcoholic woman, steadying her hand to apply lipstick.

How sad that made me feel.

Addict Child by Lesley Sefton buy on amazon

I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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