My AD came over yesterday for a visit. She has been on suboxe for 4 weeks now. She got a promotin at her new job. Her little body is recovering from the abuse. We went shopping and had lunch and she was my daughter, the one I know.
One year ago at this time I was facing the idea of what to bury her in.
Her DOC is OC. She had reached the point we all see where she is incoherant, emaciated, and nothing else mattered to her.
She and her boyfriend were both addicted. They managed to find several doctors in town who would prescribe(one is facing life in prison).
Her boyfriend got arrested in her car, for some reason my husband bailed him out and they went back to there house, and at that point it looked like she would die. She had come to me the night he got arrested, before he called, to tell me she had a problem.
By the end of February they walked into my house one evening and said we need help. Of course I would help her, but she would not stay without him.
So we layed down some rules, she was in no condition to go cold turkey.
So for 2 1/2 months I nursed them back to help why they tapered off the drugs.
They went back home and they then set out to use a little and control it.
All this time him facing charges.
This is about the time I started to become very anxious and could see the codependent side of me emerge big time. But the whole time I told her over and over that I loved her but that drugs will take you from me.
I found this board, got some books, and realized that I had to let go and turn her over to my HP and hers.
There are days where I wanted to take him down. But in the long run it had to be her.
So standing in front of me yesterday was my daughter. She thanked me for the help and love and support. I reminded her that she had the hard job. She had to decided to live. And she had to fight the addiction.
So just for today she is moving forward. And I am grateful for another day with her on the planet.
