Accepting I was powerless over my daughter and her choices was the most humbling experience of my life.
Looking back, my denial of my own limitations tracked my daughter's denial that she was not in control of heroin.
We both spiraled and lost control of our own lives.
There came a point that I had to decide to save myself or go down with her.
I chose me because that is the only person I can control.
As painful the journey was to get to that point was balanced by the release I felt when I finally let go of my own fantasies.