Then reality hit me. Addiction was his disease. I could not fix it. Our story was no different than every other story in the room. I had to remove my rose colored glasses and realize that I was stalled at the starting line of my recovery.
I spoke once and tried to convey only hope. People new to crisis need hope. I told them my son had 2 days clean. Puzzled faces stared back at my statement. How can that be hopeful? 2 days? I told them of longer periods of sobriety in my son’s journey. I told them of the gifts I have received as a parent of an addict. I told them he can do it and so can their child.
However, I am letting go and allowing God’s plan to be invoked. As I did with my late wife, I have done all I could for my son’s illness. I am at peace with the treatment.
As parents we must review our treatment plan and be at peace. If we have not completely collaborated with the recovery (NOT ENABLED) then we must work even harder. Sometimes having no contact with our addict child is the best medicine we can provide