I'm sorry Chicory, and I feel your sadness on the other side of the monitor.
No one chooses to have an adult child in addiction. I sure didn't.
I know that it is possible to love a child to death.
I refuse to take that path with my AD.
None of us know what the future holds. I didn't hit a bottom until there was nothing between me and myself. There was no one left to pick me up anymore.
That's when I cried out to God that I couldn't live that way anymore, and miracles started to happen in my life.
Sending you gentle hugs from stormy Kansas, dear!
