Mom Finds Hope For Drug Addicted Daughter
We all want the best for our children… and we might not say it out loud, but we’re carrying around these silent fears in the back of our minds…
Fears about how they’ll turn out, the decisions they’ll make about drugs, drinking, LIFE… but we buckle down. We create homes, we work, we run them to doctor appointments, cheerleading meets and basketball games, and we wear our brave “I-can-do-everything-face”… In other words, we do it all, and we do the best we can… That’s exactly what Lisa did when she had Jenny…
“I was in denial. I know they say the addict is in denial, well so was I… My Jenny? Addicted to drugs? No way.”
I Knew Something Was Wrong
My friends and family wondered why I let it get to me so much, and why it was so hard for me to say no, but I felt like I needed to do something; and I had this crazy “mom-guilt”, like maybe her addiction was somehow all my fault.
I Had No Idea It Was This Bad
She had always denied everything up until now, but when I went there, she was different. She was crying and apologizing, and said she was really scared. She said I didn’t understand her and that she wasn’t just not listening, that she tried on her own and couldn’t stop, she didn’t know what to do. She also had no idea where she was or who she was partying with when she was brought in. If it weren’t for that stranger, she could have been dead. She said she couldn’t live how she’d been living anymore, and she wanted help. I had no idea what to do… I was in the hall making some calls when one of the nurses, Dawn, asked if I had a few minutes. We sat down, and she shared that she had been through something similar with her son. Except in her case, he was hospitalized 3 times, and he had been in and out of 5 different rehab centers. He was now finally 6 years clean… His visit to the last rehab finally worked. I asked her what the difference was; he had told her the people there were different… she said I’d have to give them a call to understand, but that they know something called “the turning point”, and why he was really doing the drugs, and why he was stuck… She wrote down the name of his rehab on a card and encouraged me to give them a call… I spent the next 3 days googling, researching and calling rehabs everywhere. I had so many questions and concerns, and I needed to find a rehab that could really help and who also accepted our insurance, because I had no way to pay for it. It was a lot more difficult to get help and answers than I thought it would be. By the end of the third day, I was frustrated (to put it mildly), and feeling hopeless when I remembered the card Dawn had given me. I grabbed it out of my purse and decided to make 1 last call before giving up for the day…