My son remains missing, lost in his addiction for over 5 years now. I keep him in my prayers and turn his care over to God each day. That keeps me sane and able to live my life well.
I never thought I could be okay if my son was not. One of the gifts of my recovery is that I got my life and my sanity back and it didn't depend on how my son was doing.
My life is very full and happy and peaceful today. I miss my son, but after so many years of pain living with his addiction, I refuse to lose one more day wishing for what is not mine to control.
Life is precious, I came close to losing mine once and will never again go to that dark place.
I love hearing from the parents whose children are doing well. I think some are delicate about that with me sometimes, but it kindles the candle of hope in my heart each time I hear of some child finding a better path. I can only pray that one day all addicts can find recovery and escape the hell in which they live.
Hugs