I was just upstairs and was drawn to my daughters room, which I have avoided since she went to jail the other day. As soon as I walked in and smelled her ...i dropped on her bed and began sobbing. I was smelling her pillow...and sobbing and sobbing and sobbing. And then it hit me...i am laying here sobbing like she has died. I thought about all the people ive read about on this forum who have lost their children to this addiction, and realized they would love to be in my shoes. They would welcome the opportunity to have their child in jail...getting another chance at life. I realized how lucky i am considering her level of use the last year. Im damn lucky she is alive. I shot up out of that bed, and told myself to STOP.
For all of you that have lost your children, I am so very sorry. Please know you help us all gain perspective. I know that does not bring your children back, but your sharing your stories does really help and for you i am so grateful.
Im still so very sad, and still struggling like crazy, and not making a promise that this wont happen again many times over.
But i got a big dose of gratitude.
All of you that have lost children are heavy on my heart today.
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