Do you ever feel like addiction has taken over your identity? I know some of you get this. You don’t have to be the person taking the drugs to find yourself a victim of this sneaky identity theft.
I don’t come by here as often as I used to; and sometimes I feel selfish for staying away. Sure, I started this blog in part for myself, but more in the hopes that my sharing would help others. And now I’m staying away – because, at least in part, I’m protecting my identity. This blog has inadvertently preserved some intense emotional memory for me. Frankly, I don’t want to remember those feelings most of the time.
My boys are doing well right now, although we all know that could change on any day. But while they’re clean, I find myself snatching back pieces of my identity as often as possible, and pushing away this one part of who I am – and always will be.
Who am I now? Where will life take me next? No idea – or way too many ideas. For now, I’m just One Mom Talking. God bless you all!
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 