My child is an alcoholic.
There are periods when she is sober. When she is welcomed back into our lives, but she drifts back out again, taking our broken hearts with her.
If there is an end to this cycle of addiction, I cannot 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, and this is the hardest thing for any loving parent to understand.
She 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, or the mood of the weather a factor in her developing addiction?
It is a question. Many parents of addiction ask: why? I am in my twelve-year of asking, and believe me there is no reason why.