Hello- your story is my story. I just posted: “Mother of an Alcoholic Son“, before I saw your post but the story and the agony is the same. Interesting- I read your story and think, “God, please give love to that women who is suffering so much“. And yet, that woman is me too.
The past breaks your heart because you can’t stop thinking about your beautiful baby and watching them grow and loving them so much. I can’t even look at pictures of home from his childhood without sobbing. The present breaks your heart because of the fear and anxiety of what is currently happening and you’re in shock that this is your life. How did we get here?
And the future breaks your heart because it’s unknown and you feel like you’re waiting for them to die if they don’t stop. How can we live like that. It’s suffocating.