An inspiring story that has many parallels to my son’s. It has been a true blessing to read this blog and share with readers here, too. You see? Together, we are a caring, hopeful and helpful community. We learn from each other and share in the journey no matter where we are. For parents, in particular, this story reminds me why we need to stay close to our young addicts – so that when they are ready to get sober and embrace recovery, we can be right there with them! MM
A year ago on March 27, 2014, I began this blog in tears. I did not believe my son would survive his heroin addiction. It had been going on for over 15 years and the past six months had been especially hard. One overdose on my bathroom floor. Two more several months later. He was alone and lost on the streets. He’d given up hope and so had I. Almost. This blog was my way to hold onto a slim thread of hope and to work through the rage and despair.
A year later, on March 27, 2015, my son married the love of his life and became the father to her 4-year-old son. The matching dates are coincidental. But how eloquently it underscores the progress he’s made in 12 months and the resurrected hope we share.
The journey toward this day has not been smooth, as recorded in these posts over the past 12 months. And…
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