I wish like hell that life had not given you, your son, your family this experience. I wish your son was celebrating the holidays w you & the rest of your family, and that you were not forced by circumstances to live your life in pieces -- part of you here, nice face, making happy holiday memories for the family, while another part of you is aching and sore and crying and beside your son in the prison. I thank you for sharing. Your writing is top-notch! This sentence -- E"ven this blog is like that picture box affixed to the railing of a rollercoaster that snaps my face in intervals along the terrifying climbs and sickening plunges of the ride."-- says & conveys so much.
I can always count on you to give me a huge deep breath in the comments (and the will to keep going). Thank you for the kindness of being willing to step into my perspective and to feel with me. Some day is coming!
Your posts always give me a lot to think about. I find you very relatable even though my kids are still in high school and so far have not seemed interested in drugs. But I was dabbling at their age and far beyond, and my dad spent find years in prison for drug trafficking and lived his whole life addicted and abusing substances. My biggest fear is always that my kids will turn out like him, but the way you explain what it’s like from a dedicated parent pov is just so heartbreaking and feels so wrong. Wrong that this is the way we deal with people who lose themselves to addiction.
Your feelings of anger and resentment are valid, but as you know, finding gratitude is sometimes the only thing that keeps things from going into full darkness.
Hang in there there, sister. I’m pulling for you and your son, and for this nightmare to be over very soon.
I wish like hell that life had not given you, your son, your family this experience. I wish your son was celebrating the holidays w you & the rest of your family, and that you were not forced by circumstances to live your life in pieces -- part of you here, nice face, making happy holiday memories for the family, while another part of you is aching and sore and crying and beside your son in the prison. I thank you for sharing. Your writing is top-notch! This sentence -- E"ven this blog is like that picture box affixed to the railing of a rollercoaster that snaps my face in intervals along the terrifying climbs and sickening plunges of the ride."-- says & conveys so much.
I can always count on you to give me a huge deep breath in the comments (and the will to keep going). Thank you for the kindness of being willing to step into my perspective and to feel with me. Some day is coming!
I love you.
*warm fuzzies. Love you too.
Beautiful, sad, beautiful post. I’m grateful you wrote it and that I read it.
Honored, Kate. Truly.
Your posts always give me a lot to think about. I find you very relatable even though my kids are still in high school and so far have not seemed interested in drugs. But I was dabbling at their age and far beyond, and my dad spent find years in prison for drug trafficking and lived his whole life addicted and abusing substances. My biggest fear is always that my kids will turn out like him, but the way you explain what it’s like from a dedicated parent pov is just so heartbreaking and feels so wrong. Wrong that this is the way we deal with people who lose themselves to addiction.
Your feelings of anger and resentment are valid, but as you know, finding gratitude is sometimes the only thing that keeps things from going into full darkness.
Hang in there there, sister. I’m pulling for you and your son, and for this nightmare to be over very soon.