In hoping to help her brother, my daughter once told me, “Take him to the graveyard and force him to pick his plot. Because it’s either death, jail, or treatment.”
Their Addiction- My Journey-“Second Chances”
This battle eats at your core and terrorizes your mind. If left unchecked, you become a victim of their war.
Poetry- Left Behind – Grief
A few words on grief and loss.
Their Addiction-My Journey-The Aftermath of Overdose
What caused a happy, beaming mother to be to decide to use one last time? I will never know. Perhaps the thought of it being the last time never entered her mind.
Does it ever?
Their Addiction-My Journey- Drugs Stole Our Unborn Grandchild
I went into shock. It took an hour or so to come around and comprehend. When I grasped the truth of the situation, I began sobbing uncontrollably.