Loving mom
I would like to that everyone for the poems that I just read. Being a mom of a heroin addict I find it so comforting knowing that I am doing the right thing. It is so painfull being so helpless but I know from all the reading I do and the advice I get that he has to fall and pick himself back up. Its just so hard not being able to fix it or know where he is. Is he suffering? Is he alone? Is he dead? When will this ever end? How far down is his bottom. I wish I knew.
I get my greatest strenghs from listening to former addicts. I feel they have the most to offer because they have been there.