Before I back up to the early parts of the story, I want to say that right now, I have hope. I actually have real hope that both of my boys will work their recovery processes and get healthy again. This isn’t an easy hope to handle. Some will say the odds are against them. But I’m listing what’s on their side:
- A strong family and professional support system.
- Intervention/counseling/rehabilitation in early stages of use.
- A strong desire to be well and live healthy lives.
I’m not an idealist. I know there are always risks of relapse. But I’ve got to have hope. Heck — I’m a mom — hope is part of my job. Not blind hope. But hope nonetheless.
My oldest boy is finishing up a 28-day rehab stint in an excellent facility. He’s doing great, and he’s now leading others who are just getting started. And the younger boy, he was in the very early stages of use when he confessed his involvement with heroin. He’s doing great with a low dose of medication and weekly counseling.
I don’t know what lies ahead. But today, I am hopeful. And I’ll take every ounce of optimism I can get my hands on!
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 
You are courageous and inspiring. Thank you for sharing your story. I am gripped and can’t wait to read more.
Thank you, Kristin. I am committed to one post per day — trying not to overload my schedule, as I tend to do. You are a blessed friend!