Having a child struggle with substance misuse made me feel like a failure. Hadn’t we talked about drug use? Hadn’t I been open about losing his cousin Reese to the substance use disorder?
People didn’t want me to talk about him. I think they thought steering the conversation to another subject would help me “forget” it. I felt like a dismal failure then, too.
Other people’s kids were doing normal kid things. My oldest was, too.
They were winning awards, doing well in sports, getting good grades. What were they doing that I was not? Comparison really is the thief … Read more...