Beginning In The Middle

My daughter is a heroin addict. She shoots the poison into her veins. She chooses to put a needle in her arm and pull the trigger. It's been 26 days since she last took that plunge - so this documentation of my journey as her mother really does begin in the middle of this struggle - or maybe at the beginning of the end.

Please understand that my words here will only reflect my viewpoint; not hers or my husbands or my granddaughters. I expect the story may get a bit jumbled as I express my emotions and retell the roller coaster of events that have brought us to this place. I'm not sure what I hope to accomplish by writing this all down, but perhaps sharing the journey will bring peace. Or maybe the occasionally download will bring some sense of order to the storm.

But for today, I begin in the middle. My daughter that I'll call Grace is a beautiful 30 year old woman with a 9 year old daughter of her own that I'll call Melody. The women in our family run strong and deep. We struggle ~ we love ~ we fight ~ we win and loose. In other words, we are normal. But our addictions run with us. Some would say Grace never had a chance give our history.

There is so much more to tell of our story, but it will have to wait. I guess that's the point of a blog... a day to day telling of the journey.

Till tomorrow...