I often have conversations about my son with his dad. This morning we have talked about possible suicide, prison, hunger, getting beaten up, drug dealers…we’ve also talked about not wanting to enable and how low does someone need to reach before they hot rock bottom. Currently my son is without money and food, is living in filth. I’m just numb to this now – it’s happened so so many times now and I think I’m getting resilient to these thoughts as there really really really is nothing that we can do. He is really and utterly stuck in his addiction. I’m dreading the next few days. X
