A post like this isn’t easy to write. I actually debated a lot about writing it but writing, to me, is therapeutic. This is my blog, my space. Maybe someone else will go through what I’m going through. It feels calming to know you’re not alone.
I can’t give details out, that wouldn’t be morally or legally appropriate, but knowing that someone in your family who has a drug problem is spiraling out of control is one of the most disheartening things ever. It’s more than disheartening. It’s heart wrenching. To see my parents spend money, time and resources to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved… To watch their marriage crumble as the life I’ve known for 20 years is not going to be the same much longer… To begin to lose hope, feel alone, and feel crippling anxiety and depression seep back into your veins… what I’m going through these past two days will change my life forever.
That’s how I’m feeling now. Addiction is evil. It’s breaking my family apart. But I won’t let it break me. I’m stuck in the middle, between a rock and a hard place. But I’m not alone. Thank you to the friends who have called, texted, and facebooked. Thank you to those who are praying. And thank you to my Almighty Father, who will not leave me astray in my time of most desperate need.
If any of you have dealt with drug abuse in your family, I’d love to hear from you. This journey we are on is scary, but I pray every minute of every day for peace for everyone involved.
Thanks for reading and letting me share the beginning of my story.