First Published May 2017, Lookout Magazine– As I write these words it has been exactly a year to the day since we approached our child with a heartbreaking request. “Honey, we think you have a problem. We made an appointment at a substance abuse clinic. Will you go with us to get checked out?” “Yes,”…
I had hopes of my child living a normal life—high school, college, job, marriage, children. It would have been enough for me. If she wanted to move to Nashville to give music a try or move across the sea to devote her life to teaching, I would have been able to accept a slightly, out-of-the-box…
Watching your child rot in front of you is horrible. Watching her devastate and devour everyone you love is torturous. That is addiction or mental disorder. That is the zombie life. When everything finally came out, it felt like she had died. Certainly my vision of her died. That smart, independent, capable person with a…
How could we not have known? Seven years of wasting away. At age 13 when people asked us if she had that “teenage attitude” yet, we would say no and assure them it wouldn’t happen to this child. She was active with church activities, music lessons, and loved being with the family; but by age…
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