When a family member becomes addicted to drugs or alcohol, it affects the whole family unit. No one is sure what to do or how to react. This is a often a time to practice tough love. Family members must be firm with the addict in order not to be guilty of becoming enablers for his or her addiction. When the addict reaches rock bottom, he may realize that it is his responsibility to rebuild his life. Now it is up to him claw his way out of the hole he has dug. His friends and family can either help or hinder his efforts.
One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
The children are counting Xanax pills they pick off the floor.
Mommy's sister committed suicide in 2009; that's when this all started.
Same here. The full poem was actually 4 pages long; a lot of the story was cut out to meet the size limit. The point where the children decided she chose the drugs over them was because of...
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At long last the phone call.
Then the questions.
How?
Why?
Ethan died Nov 10 2018. After such grief, we now have figured the torture this child went thru every day to wake up in the afternoon and wonder where are the drugs today and how do I pay. As...
My child, I'm right here,
Looking for reasons for the things I've done,
Why I went to the places I did,
and how my feelings kept me away for so long.
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You don't know me,
and I promise you never will.
You've taken over my best friend.
His soul you're out to steal.
Hi, my name is Lilly and I'm 15 years old, and my father has been struggling with meth for quite some time. He recently got out of jail and was doing well...until he started using again, and...
Last night we argued once again,
But it's really nothing new.
We argued the night before that
And tons more before that, too.
Thank you for this. It helps to know I am not alone.
Being born into your arms,
I felt my life was out of harm.
Felt that you would never hurt your baby.
Now that never has turned to maybe.
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I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But I know you.
I've watched my hero
I immediately caught chills from reading your poem. It brings such sadness upon me. I am so sorry of your loss. Keep every little memory of your brother that you may have and dwell upon those...
As I went away,
You wasted another day.
I guess I wasn't as important
As you used to say.
I thought you were my friend
you wouldn't cause any pain,
but little did I know,
you'd make me go insane.
With every sip you swallowed,
a drop of my spirit evaporated,
until I was left
as hollow as the bottle
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