I was going to write something about the funk I'm in and call it something pithy like "Funky Town" but I just read a post that made me very, very sad.
Barbara's son over at Back to Being Me is in a lot of trouble. She needs prayers and support and a lot of courage right now so I'm stepping back from "me me me land" and stepping into her heart.
I would like to tell you a story about how when my parents passed away and I detached completely from my sister, she finally found it in her to get sober (she's addicted to all types of substances but now primarily opiates and alcohol) but I can't. She's still out there using and abusing. I know how painful it was for my parents to watch and how much they felt her addiction was their fault. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't - doesn't matter. She's grown and needs to make her own decisions.
What I really want to say is that I watched her addiction slowly kill my parents. It ate them from the inside until what little capacity they had for love was gone and all that was left was desperation. They were broken and hollow and it was heart wrenching to watch.
Please take care of yourself Barbara. Know that we are out here for you and that we are all praying. Also remember your three C's and try to take care of yourself.
And to anyone else who reads this - just a little prayer for a mom with a son with a heroin addiction who can't seem to break free.
As always...still praying.
As one who lost, I will keep her in my prayers tonight.
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