Today, I want to write the most eloquent thanks…and not hold my breath, and not have the all-to-familiar catch in my throat when I ‘Thank God’ – A God I am increasingly having problems coming to terms with…
Today, my son is one year clean and sober! One year, out of the clutches of a monster that would have taken him in the blink of an eye, without a second thought.
Today I want to shout it from the rooftops and still protect him like a mother hen, from the scourge, from the ‘publicity’ of even admitting to this, from everything that could possibly harm him, or make him return to that slavery.
Today, I want to reach out to other parents, and give them hope and tell them that everything is going to be OK….without cheapening their experience or dismissing the fear they too live with EVERY.SINGLE.FUCKING.DAY.
Today, I want to help others to get help, to know there is hope, to know that there are people who will love them no matter what, not judge them, because they are fighting a demon and a disease that they have no control over, that there are many of us waking up and listening and searching for a better way.
Today – I want it to be enough…for just one day.