I thought this when my son started misusing substances and when I found out he was addicted to heroin. I thought this before I went to bed after news of my son’s suicide. And there were other times in between where I just didn’t want to be the one who had to make a difficult decision and wished a fairy Godmother would sprinkle pixie dust and make it all better.
But the night he died, I so wanted to get out of having to grieve the loss of my child. Wasn’t there a detour I could take? And escape … Read more...