Together we navigate a world that leaves us perplexed and jaded. Cold to the point of bitterness, we carry on.
Authentic Truths- “Braving the Beatdown”
Their Addiction~My Journey-“When Words Are Not Enough”
We can support those with substance use disorder in many ways, as long as it is accepted. However, what are we left to do when our support is insufficient (aka, not enough) or creates tension in an already tense dynamic?
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Their Addiction~My Journey, An Informal Reminder
We mourn living souls.
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Their Addiction~ My Journey, “Jesus, Take Her Wheel”
Months ago, I pulled up to the parking garage where the car was left behind. I walked to every business in the vicinity, asking if anyone saw my daughter. I begged to look at outdoor cameras. Being denied without a warrant was frustrating. Finally, the police reviewed one camera, and from what they saw, began a missing person report.
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Their Addiction~My Journey, “My Child’s Funeral”
Now parents are planning their kid's funerals. I have not physically done it, but I can confirm the thoughts have haunted me. As the tears fell from my eyes, my heart broke for her children. How would I tell them their mother was gone? I ran through an entire scenario that hadn't happened yet.
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Five Minute Friday, “Accountability”
If you have not parented through substance use, you can't understand. However, you might get it if you experience strongholds, anger, doubt, fear, and loneliness. If you ever spent time trying to outdo God in a life meant for surrender, then you can understand a piece of the trauma in addiction.
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Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “Injured on the Sideline”
begin to make plans for their future, I wonder why my kids never believed they should do the same. We are told not to ask, but I can't let go of the questions, "What did I do wrong?.. Could I have done more to help them?.. Didn't I teach them confidence?" I could go on. What happened here?
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Their Addiction~My Journey, “You Never Know”
The overwhelming source of 'sin' being laid on me by Satan himself was a sham. He used my compassion, empathy, and sorrow against me. The devil wanted me to soak in the loss of His game. He was happy watching me suffer for something I did not do. Even my anger became his play toy. Justifying it just as he did depression, sadness, remorse, and every other emotion and feeling I used to batter my soul.
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Their Addiction-My Journey, “Letting Go”
Letting go was forfeiting my need to be some part of their savior.
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Their Addiction~My Journey- An Addict’s Mom
An addict's mother crying, as the day begins. Endless prayers are rising, her hope speaks to win. But battles are not owned by mothers on the side. And gloves may be on, but never touch the fight.
