"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.
The impact of addiction on a family is substantial.
When mental illness meets addiction, death happens.
Heroin, alcohol, pot- how did we get here?
A few words on grief and loss.
There was relief
In the final sigh..
When surrender felt
Like breath of life..
How do we love those who not only appear unlovable in their mess but also hate us in it, as well? I had dodged fists and verbal attacks, put up bail money (only once), picked up my grand-kids from a ravaged house with a passed out mom, and cleaned out more hidden empty bottles than I can count. Still, the pain I felt when the handcuffs went on killed me. The hopelessness was burning through my soul the way Satan enjoys.