>My son was about 17 when he was admitted to a well-respected six-month program in South Boston. He learned how to read and write recovery at this facility, his ABC’s so to speak. Thanks to that strong foundation he now practices and “speaks” fluent recovery. It was a long lesson that continues today, but he has learned much. He will continue to learn and study.
e just arrived home from walking the dogs when my phone lit up. My son sent a text message to me. (Are you scared yet?) No worries…he told us he had received a 6-month chip at a local AA meeting. This is probably the 3rd time he has received this blue medallion in his “storied” [...]
As the journey progresses we learn that relapse happens. Our friend’s kids relapse and we support them. If our child relapses our friends support us. The whole time we are learning about the balance of the head and the heart.
What they don’t tell you is that as you walk the journey of recovery, on certain days your feet will feel like cement blocks.
Cement is fine too, as life lessons are not always delivered on a silver platter. Perhaps it is the Gift Of Cement that allows us to appreciate the healthier times.