I was the soccer mom, the football team mom, even the chaperone for school dances and booster club meetings. I was all in. Gradually though, my life became about using to not get dope sick. I was a drug addict.
Our 12-step group gives out tags for clean time; to recognize and congratulate certain lengths. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. For a while now, when the nine-month tag is announced, some can be heard yelling out, “pregnant with recovery, not by someone in recovery.”
I was recently asked, by a member of our group, to explain my thoughts re: the differences between offering 100% emotional support and “enabling,” as it relates to our mission. Since it’s such an incredible and important question,… Read More
Dear Friends Who Don’t Understand Addiction, Please stop referring to people who have, or are struggling with an addiction, as “they.” “They should just…” “Why can’t they just…” “They should know better…” “They did this to themselves…. Read More