The location of his home group is gritty and real and brought me back to the reality of what this “THING” truly is.
I have tried to help others as I blog, attend parent meetings , work with government officials, and do what I can to “pay it forward”. After last night I felt as if I had “lost touch” with what the issues are.
The young persons NA meeting was a kick in the balls that I needed. The meeting was a back to basics, don’t forget what the reality of addiction is. I would urge every parent and government official to attend a young person’s meeting in their town and learn about what our kids are facing. Sitting in your own meetings simply is not enough.
At last night’s meetings here were no fancy chairs and long oak tables. No agendas, or mission statements. Bad coffee and damaged yard chairs were the furnishings to a group of individuals hoping to control a “demon” that had turned each of their young lives inside out at some point.
The meeting was compelling to say the least . My son spoke and I watched as he offered a beacon of hope to those that had just rolled in after a weekend of very hard drugging. Although in recovery, he is not a 12 step guru. He will never be the poster child of pink cloud sobriety. He is simply sober and that is a good thing. For those with fresh track marks he was what they needed.
I looked around the room and saw 20 somethings in different places in their journey. Some hungover, some high, some a few weeks clean, others with significant clean time. Tattoos, blue jeans, and hope were the offerings on the menu in that dingy church basement.
I again heard horrific stories that made me twist inside. Reality! I had not visited that world in a long time. I had forgotten the true firestorm of destruction that drug addiction can bring to their lives. Stories about the evils that our sick kids do to feed a disease that has taken control of their very soul. Within the firestorm…there is hope!
It is hard for parents to learn how insidious this disease can truly be if they only attend “parent support” groups where people assume they know what an addict feels. Learning about your enemy must happen in the trenches too. Books, etc can only bring one perspective. As parents we must listen to those who walk the walk ..that is the hard evidence that government officials always discuss as they “battle plan” in their “war against drugs”. The “Hard evidence” can be found in many dirty church basements across the US every night of every week!
It was good for me to see the reality again, The destruction mixed with the hope , the chaos sitting next to the chip holder, the damaged sitting with the sober. Yes my son was the “beacon of hope” at last night’s meeting and I was proud of him. The gift given to me last night was far more than his current sobriety. It was a gift of reality. A reminder to stay grounded and never forget what this monster can do to our children.
Young men and women with bright eyes shared stories of hope and recovery to help those currently struggling with a demon that owns them in a way I can not begin to fathom. That is the reality!
I have a list of concepts I use to stay healthy in my own recovery. Last night I added that gift given to me by a group of young adults in a dirty basement in Charlestown. The gift of Reality.
Peace and strength
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