They may not make it out alive. I already found my daughter unresponsive in a suicide attempt, so I am numb to the scenario, yet in fear. As a parent, you never want to accept your child might die, but I acknowledge this painful truth.
Today, I admit my loss, and it's not you, it is me. My identify is gone, and my will to live is slowly dwindling to nothing. I moved from the joy of living to hate of breathing.
(It is #77) What the hell am I doing? I rarely cuss. I hate it, to be honest. If it leaves my mouth, my patience is fried. I may be there today. I watched a movie early this morning. A sappy love film. "How long have you been married? Do you really even know who …
What the hell just happened? Drowning in their addiction.
Stepping into Done
There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.
"I'm doing all I can to get through my own struggle."
We are the voice of insanity- functioning within a cycle of repetitiveness. We flap our little flippers in hopes we never drown by the hand of a child we love.
This battle eats at your core and terrorizes your mind. If left unchecked, you become a victim of their war.
Addiction is a lethal whirlwind- long before the heart stops, the individual disappears.