Will be seeing homless AS in NYC this weekend.
deep in my heart I know that all will be well with you and your son.
Your openness with him and he with you is such a big deal i hope you know that. he showed you his arms, that to me is a big deal as well, do you believe him, well it doesn't matter if you do or not. he seems to be able to tell you anything and thats is such a big deal and I really think all will turn out well.
I'm sorry you feel so sad. You and your son are always in my prayers.
Your openness with him and he with you is such a big deal i hope you know that. he showed you his arms, that to me is a big deal as well, do you believe him, well it doesn't matter if you do or not. he seems to be able to tell you anything and thats is such a big deal and I really think all will turn out well.
I'm sorry you feel so sad. You and your son are always in my prayers.
HD,
I wanted to add something that I've been thinking about since reading your post.
I can only imagine how difficult it was to step into what is now your son's life.
But the one thing I've noticed about myself is that each time I was brought to my knees by the cruel reality of the life my son had chose...it brought me one step closer to acceptance, and that is what I HAD to do to move forward at all.
I remember a while back I was packing a bag for my son to enter rehab. At that time I was "hoping" he would make the call and agree to go, and at that moment he was on a terrible run. I packed a small gym bag and realized it was EVERYTHING he owned at that point...everything from 19 years of life (and a decent one at that) was packed in a tiny overnight bag with room leftover.
I cried like a baby.
I'm not sure anythig hit me as hard as that thought, that night..."this is what it has become."
I had to go there...and work through it.
More prayers...for comfort and clarity
((((Hugs))))
I wanted to add something that I've been thinking about since reading your post.
I can only imagine how difficult it was to step into what is now your son's life.
But the one thing I've noticed about myself is that each time I was brought to my knees by the cruel reality of the life my son had chose...it brought me one step closer to acceptance, and that is what I HAD to do to move forward at all.
I remember a while back I was packing a bag for my son to enter rehab. At that time I was "hoping" he would make the call and agree to go, and at that moment he was on a terrible run. I packed a small gym bag and realized it was EVERYTHING he owned at that point...everything from 19 years of life (and a decent one at that) was packed in a tiny overnight bag with room leftover.
I cried like a baby.
I'm not sure anythig hit me as hard as that thought, that night..."this is what it has become."
I had to go there...and work through it.
More prayers...for comfort and clarity
((((Hugs))))
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History,
As my grandparents used to say in Yiddish:
" Fun dein moil tsu Gott's oyeren!" ("From your mouth to God's ear!") "
Trust me - I had to look this one up on the Internet.
To all: Thanks you so much for all your care. Here's to us all having a weekend of taking care of ourselves.
Prayers to all and our addicts.
As my grandparents used to say in Yiddish:
" Fun dein moil tsu Gott's oyeren!" ("From your mouth to God's ear!") "
Trust me - I had to look this one up on the Internet.
To all: Thanks you so much for all your care. Here's to us all having a weekend of taking care of ourselves.
Prayers to all and our addicts.
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