Like many families with addiction, there was constant covering up to make things look ‘respectable’ and keep the secret.
Parent and child roles reversed
This story I would say is a story of hope. One that I want to share to show to people.
I spent days thinking that if I did not exist, it would make her better.
This is what we do, daily.
The whole family had suffered the damaging indignities…
Mourning the death of someone who hasn’t died, but has changed.
You should always remember it is just as physically and emotionally draining for the carer as it is for the addicted.
I felt like I couldn’t speak to anybody because I was ‘just an emotional child’.
We see your hidden glass on the floor.
If you are within arms-reach as a child or loved one, the negative stigma remains much the same.