We let the doctor into our secret, included him in our fight.

The doctor looked up from his desk, considered my daughter’s face, looked straight into her, distressed, eyes.

He wanted to know how much alcohol she consumed, and was it all wine. He asked for the size of glass she used, and where she filled it to.

Bella was not ready to share her alcohol intake.

The Doctor looked to me, and shrugged. I said she drank more than she admitted to. ‘And, what about her raging temper? Her reluctance to let go of this awful man. Could you not give her something to help good vibes to flow?’

He wrote out a prescription, and handed it to me.

Diazepam he prescribed. Valium is what he signed his name to.

‘Only five pills, it is not a long-term solution. Take one if necessary, but,’ he recommended. Looking straight at me, he said, ‘You keep the pills, not her, you give her what she needs.’

Why did he do that? Was she at risk of suicide. I didn’t ask him why. I didn’t want to put the suggestion in my daughter’s head.

At my house again, I made her a hot drink, offered her cozy bed, to sleep in.

For half an hour I tiptoed around jobs. I heard her, out of bed, ready for action again.

‘Fine,’ she answered, when I asked how she felt.

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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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