Healing for me, the AS's mother
I have been the mother of a heroin addict for three years and have been through all the anxiety, ups and downs, heart break, money, time, blame, guilt, etc, just like everyone else with addicted family members.
This past year I put a large photo album together of my son. It contains photos from his birth up until three years ago when he was stolen from me. The photos show how much he was loved and cherished: baby photos, vacation, day trips, bike rides, hiking, the beach, mountains, a cruise, and all the fun and love we shared as a family. When I start feeling down on myself wondering what I could have done differently, or what I did wrong, I look through this album. It also reminds me that although I hate the monster my son has become, I still love this baby boy I gave birth to. When I had to turn my back on him, I turned to this book to love what he once was.
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