Hello,
I spent some time with my 26 year old son last night. He has been addicted to Heroin for 8 years. It has been a brutal battle. I smell death by the needle and see death when I look in his eyes. The helplessness is so overwhelming. I work a program...and am grateful for all I have made it through. I have adjusted and moved on with the daily business of living and have managed to hang on to my own personal joy, but this is still the hardest battle of my life. God grant us all the serenity.
