[Liam7]

Watching my adult son struggle with addiction has been the hardest experience of my life. He was once full of potential, bright and kind, but slowly, drugs took over. At first, it was denial—I thought it was just a phase. Then came the late-night calls, the lies, the missing money, and the broken promises.

There were moments of hope—rehab, clean stretches, him trying to rebuild—but the relapses were heartbreaking. As a parent, it’s a constant battle between wanting to help and not enabling. I’ve learned that love sometimes means setting boundaries, even when it hurts.

Support groups and therapy have helped me stay grounded. I still hold onto hope every day that he’ll find lasting recovery. Addiction doesn’t just affect one person—it shakes the whole family. But we’re still here, still fighting, still loving him through it.

 

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