When addiction first crept into our household 11 years ago, I started keeping a journal. Retreating to clean white paper became my refuge. The blank pages stared back, non-judgmental and welcoming. On their unvarnished surface I poured out my anguish, fear, confusion and shame. It was the only place – until many years later – …
It’s curious how recovery brings a fresh take on so much in everyday life. Like holidays. And especially this one – Mother’s Day. When my son was in active addiction, Mother’s Day was a day to despise. As it approached, I felt the already high tension tightening even more. Just get through it, I thought. …
Recently, my husband and I spoke at a treatment center for adults suffering with addiction. In front of us sat some 25 men and women, a few in their twenties, but most seemed much older, in their fifties or sixties. We talked about our son, how his addiction began in high school and haunted his …