NOVEMBER is CRYSTAL METH AWARENESS MONTH–
My son is still in a program the twelfth or thirteenth— I’ve lost track. He’s been everywhere from Hina Mauka, a 28 Day short-term treatment center on Oahu to the Salvation Army, to Habilitat, a long-term residential facility and now Drug Court an outpatient two-year state sponsored supervised release program. He’s about two months from graduating—and I’m holding my breath– because what usually happens is he graduates and then he relapses about a week later. Then it takes the courts about a year to catch him because well-meaning ENABLERS will HELP him by giving him money, a place to sleep, and a motorcycle to ride around in. The legal system is burdened—there is an epidemic of drug addicts out there. We are the family of a Meth addict.
Don’t get me wrong–my son has a job. He is in a responsible position and in a “relationship” according to his Facebook status. We are NOT friends on Facebook. I am too embarrassing, too loud for his taste. I want to share my book Letters to a Prisoner by Connie D. and that makes him uncomfortable—he wants to put all that behind him. He wants to MOVE ON with his life.
My husband and I have been permanently changed. GOD or WHOEVER has left HIS imprint on us-he’s tapped me on the shoulder, shaken me, kicked me in the ASS a couple of times and rudely awoken me from my stupor which pretty much sums up the way I used to feel. My face has premature lines, although I still look pretty according to my husband. Of course his near vision isn’t what it once was.
Stressed out doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s been over ten years. And yes, I still have hope. Go figure!
SO, HOW DO YOU SURVIVE—when your whole world is crashing down?
EASY, you start by taking care of YOURSELF. You understand that there is absolutely NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO CHANGE what THE ADDICT does. TRUST ME on this! It takes TIME to calm down, to snap out of your reverie but there is LOADS of THAT. YES GOD, I’M LISTENING!
Stay tuned for number two……
***Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened.