He ended up turning to heroin, just to feel normal again. I gave him my card and said to call me if he was ever ready for help. He is currently at a 6-month treatment facility, fighting for recovery and has renewed hope in life. These are not “junkies in the corner” …these are our friends, our neighbors, your grandfather, men who fought for our country.THESE ARE OUR CHILDREN Please, don’t’ make assumptions on people.
THEN OUR ENTIRE LIVES CHANGED Growing up, I had skewed images of what a heroin addict looked like.
I envisioned them sitting in an ally, or a gangster or a criminal. What I saw was what was pictured in the movies, or on TV.
Swore, he would NEVER do heroin…that’s what junkies do.
But then his pills got too expensive and now his body was physically getting sick.
I was the PTO mom, the carpool mom, the Brownie leader.
We ate family dinners at the table, taught our children manners and took family vacations.We have never had a healthy sex life, until my sobriety.Fast forward to 2 years ago, I stopped drinking, began therapy, became more in touch with me and living my life in the present and commenced on a road of gratitude and appreciation for the blessings in my life.My husband and I were blessed to have very good jobs.My daughter, Brittany, the beautiful girl in the photo, was the honor roll student, the volunteer at the city parks and recreation department and loved playing sports.To say I was a good wife prior to my sobriety would be a lie, I was not in so many ways.