I have a son and a daughter who are heroin addicts. My son is in recovery, while my daughter currently has no intention of getting clean. I suspect she is permanently brain-damaged from the legal highs she uses to supplement her habit.
This is where I share poems and stories about my experiences with these two children. I shout about addiction, and try to encourage others in similar situations to do the same. We may not have many tools with which to smash this terrible condition, but we can make the most of what few we have. The more we talk about our experiences, the more likely we are to turn vulnerable people away from that precipitous path – a path which destroys not only the victim’s quality of life, but that of those who love him.
This blog is dedicated to those loved ones. I invite you to share your stories in my comment box. Talk about it. Share all of those feelings of fear, failure, anger and loss. Who knows? By doing so, perhaps you will feel less alone, less helpless – and others may read your words, and realise that they, too, are not alone.