As I suffered through the mental illness and addiction of my child, I curled up in a ball and folded up inside myself. Back then there was little support even when I reached out for it and wanted to talk.
But things changed.
I found a support group who was willing to be there for me but when things really got bad, I pulled inside myself again instead of relying on the network of love available to me.
When my son relapsed, so did I.
I don’t want to make that mistake again. Because I won’t get a badge of honor for going solo in grief. I suspect that’s the reason I am now emotionally naked in public. You guys and my daily posting schedule keeps me accountable.
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Wise words, Anne Moss. It’s so hard for me to reach out, but I’m better off when I do.
It is for me, too. Writing this blog forces me to do that and it does help so much.
And helps so many others too…
It’s so many things I never expected. That is the good part. And I had no idea there would be a good part.