tuesday sept, 4, 2012
no one knocked on my door today and told me my son is dead, he was breathing after a short nap he took in his room before work. He works til 5 am, I am hoping he gets through it without killing himself or someone else at the factory he works at, I cannot sleep at night , heroin has taken over my life and I am not even the addict. The minute he says he is rfeady, I am prepared to drive him very far away to an inpatient facility that specializes in addiction, but not until he says he is ready because it wont help, I hope he doesnt die first, Part of me is already dead . I cannot believe the sadness in my heart, I did not know it was even possible to be this sad. a quick death may have been easier, but who am I to say? I love him, I love him, I love him. why isnt that enough> who invented this evil drug? I would kill someone if I could find out who is selling it to him,
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I know the feeling..... Everyone tells me they think my son will eventually pull out of this but I keep thinking what if he does not make it until he wises up? I wish I had that luxury! He od'd on coke this summer and a dealer mixed something bad in his esctasy this Summer. As if ecstasy was not bad enough! I would love to get the dealers off the street. They are stealing our children like the pied piper. My heart feels as though it has sunk to the floor as well. Our son left our home right after 5 days in rehab and he turned 18. He is living w his drug friend's, sleeping on a different person's floor each night, not eating, stopped hygiene, and no job. He lives in fantasy land and is heartbreaking to watch. I am so sorry for anyone going through this heartache!
