My child, an alcoholic drug abuser.
There were periods when she was sober, when we welcomed her back into our lives but she drifted back out, 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 1977, 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.
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God bless you for standing by your daughter what a great mom you are x
Thank you x
Thank you Leslie for taking time to write like this. We keep on struggling for more understanding and resources here in Canada. Everyone is working so hard to keep our loved ones and friends alive as evidenced by the numbers here in Montreal for the 17th International Harm Reduction Conference.