Hello Everyone, as hard as it is, I am gaining support from your shared stories. We live in hope and I can truly identify with your experiences. I truly hope that things get better for the addict in our family and ourselves. Being estranged from my son is truly horrible but after years of horrific behaviour and experiences, I felt that I was going mad, constantly on a cliff edge and a permanent panic attack. Constantly thinking, is he hungry or dirty on the streets and my heart bleeds with it all. I travel into central London for work and pass several homeless people which brings matters to the surface. Then I arrive at work and put on my mask that all is OK. If only people knew what was really going on. My heart bleeds for the son I gave birth to and I hope and pray that he comes back but I am realistic too. I am in regular contact with his children whom I adore . He cannot visit them due to the consequences of his behaviour/addiction and I know that is a great source of pain for him. You know the saying that as a mother, you are only as happy as your least happy child. So like many of you, there is a permanent heartache. I hope that the situation gets better for you all. Moment by moment and one bit at a time. Night
