“WHAT DO I DO!?”

After eight jail visits, four rehabs, one sober house attempt, IOP’s, hospitals, etc., I found myself crying, detoxing, sleep deprived, living out of my car, and unable to get high anymore; no longer capable of living the life I was living. There seemed no way out. Parked outside of my mom’s house at 1 o’clock…

One Proud Mom – Son’s Addiction

I cannot imagine what our family’s life would be like today if a friend had not insisted that I go to that Al-Anon meeting last fall.  I was sick and tired of talking and worrying about addiction, living with an addict, and didn’t want to be around pitiful loved ones of alcoholics.  In my usual…