I was sure I posted about this several days ago.
My addict son relapsed. Truth: he relapsed the day after he got home from rehab. I found him in the garage, needle in hand, Monday night. I told him to leave. It makes me sick — his shooting up, being out on the street, the lies, my boy…gone. I feel like my son is dead. I am emotionally shut off from him and I don’t know how to love him.
What happens now?
Prayer is all I have left where he is concerned. And I know that God can heal all things, is stronger than all things, and loves my boy more than I do. Prayer is all I have.
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 