I used to drive myself crazy trying to figure out 'why' my oldest addicted daughter does the things she does. I put the blame upon myself for a long time. Neither served a purpose other than to make me miserable and to cut me off from the sunlight of the spirit.
It is what it is. She makes the choices that she does, and they no longer determine the quality of my life or my emotional state.
She's grown up around the rooms of recovery since the age of 8 when I got clean/sober the first time around, so it is her choice to continue on the path she is on.
Today my life is full and reasonably happy. I don't lament the choices she makes. I have faith that God has a plan for her, and I stay out his way.
Today I keep the focus on me, and where I want to go with my life.
