My Son and His Addiction
I do not know why some of us are affected by scattered showers over our lives, while others are bombarded with all the force of a raging tsunami. But I know that my husband and I have been a tsunami of December morning made more than eight years, although the storm we had, for years, from time to time in our lives.
We were approached by the police at 01:15 clock No call woke up this morning, and above all a call from the police, can never be good news. If you are a parent and the phone rings, neck, nails immediately, you can not breathe and hope for more, the worst. In our case, we ask the police know that you are in front of our door and you leave. I was not dressed and go to the door fast enough. Running through the hallway and tried not to trip the cat to see what all the fuss was about, I thought my heart would explode came with fear.
I opened the door and was greeted by two detectives. I do not just happen again. Our son, a paramedic and a nurse was a young man who was addicted to drugs. Yes, there were problems before is what addiction is C, but leads to good children, nature, law-abiding and is someone you do not know.
If you see your child on drugs, you can not see really. What you see is a shell of that person. What I do not see what I call the monster of addiction, lurking inside. The monster calls all the shots and now his son is a constant battle, trying to kill this evil is that it seeps into your brain.
For fourteen years, were attacked by rain, large sheets of it, with sunny days, we gave hope to survive the storm, hoping that this is the fifth, saving the rehabilitation, or rather the monster of addiction saves are penetrated. But we could not save him. The police came to tell us that our son had died of an overdose.
In times like these people may very well or very badly. Unknown offer a shoulder to cry or be sentenced his son to be addictive nor to condemn, a clueless parents. Friends may or disappear from your life, so that is your misfortune to them and their children for you. unreasonable to assume, of course, but when a child dies, the whole reason flies out the door. Many people want to go as far as possible from a tragedy.
I think my son every day. It was a friendly and loving beautiful, talented and intelligent, always rescuing abandoned animals. Sorry, could not be saved.
P.S.:That reference to a repetitive tsunami is completely the way it is. Just about when balance is regained it smashes down again and swirls in every direction in one’s life. The ripples are endless. The feeling of insanity is endless. Trust is gone. Respect is gone. I have experience death of a loved one because of overdose… one too young and left behind a child. I have children (adult childrend) with addiction issues. So do my friends. Addiction is evil and does suck the very soul out of the abuser. It is so hard when you love someone so much and their behavior because of the addiction makes you hate them so much. My prayers and hope to those dealing with addicts and the addicts themselves. Until they want to be clean and gain control over their lives they won’t…. it is a very difficult hard road… but it is possible to get on top of it.
