Thank you! The pain is definitely still fresh - and things are still hard. But I think the difference now is that I have hope. I know it will end. It's not an endless circle of days hoping and praying he won't get high. That he won't crush that pill. Or alter that prescription. Or that I'll find a broken pen (he'd take out the inside to snort pills with the tubes...). Or any of those awful things I dreaded every day. I don't wake up each day and check the bathroom counter for powder remnants. And eventually, I hope, a broken pen will be just that - a broken pen.