My child was an alcoholic drug abuser.
There were periods when she was sober, when we welcomed her back into our lives but she drifted back out again, taking our broken hearts with her.
If there was an end to this cycle of addiction I could not see it.
There is a deep rooted appetite to satisfy ones own needs that all addicts understand. A craving that is fed at a cost to themselves and those that love them. It is a concentration of oneself to the extreme. This is the hardest thing for any loving parent to understand.
Laura was born in January, a cold and mean night, delivered by cesarean section. A prolonged and difficult birth. Plucked out of my belly by clinical hands and thrust into a world of bright lights. Was her struggle into the world, the mood of the weather, a factor in her developing addiction?
It is a question many parents of addiction ask: why? I was in my twelve-year of asking, there is no reason why.