Life is. . . Hopeful Hard Amazing Chaotic Exhausting What would your answer be? When I was younger, I would have said ‘Hopeful’. I knew where I wanted my life to go. I worked hard. I pushed and pulled and squeezed my life to fit into the perfect wife and mother […]
How is it even remotely possible that I’m happy? The greatest fears I ever had as a parent have come to pass. By all accounts, I’m a failure as a mother. How can I live a joyful life? My oldest child is an addict and a felon. How can I even hold my head up? […]
When I discovered my sixteen-year-old son was using Cocaine I fell apart. I felt shame, guilt, anger, frustration, and complete incapacitating grief. It was completely unimaginable to me that this could happen because I had done all the “right” things. I read the parenting books, took my sons to church, loved them unconditionally, talked to […]
I was trained to believe that we are in control of our lives. I think it’s a product of the seventies and positive thinking philosophies. I believed that if I worked hard enough, thought positive thoughts, and did my best, that I could make my life turn out perfect. Then one day I came face […]
This morning I woke up depressed. I pulled the covers over my head and considered staying there all day. But my mind just flew from one problem to the next, and the cat’s insistent meow was annoying me. So, I pushed back the covers, pulled on some pants, fed the cat and made coffee. I […]
I Love An Addict 