MOM to MOM
We have the power to overpower the destruction that addiction spreads.
When addiction first takes root in our child, we may be completely unaware, but once we’ve heaved ourselves over the monstrous hurdle of realization, the recovery journey begins:
We learn, we grow. We cry, we wilt. We learn the value of nurturing ourselves. We find strength, we bloom. And finally, like fields of frazzled flowers, we scatter seeds of truth and goodness, changing the dynamic of this place where love and addiction meet. One by one, and one after another, we are carried aloft by the hope, the help, and the beating hearts of other mothers who love a child suffering with addiction.
We may often feel fragile, but we are strong.
And we are many.
My child didn’t dream of becoming an addict, and it certainly wasn’t what I dreamed for him either.
But I’m not ashamed my child is an addict. I’m sad he’s an addict.
By shining the light on addiction, I might just get him back.
No more shame. No more silence.
dandelion | noun | dan•de•li•on \’dan-də-lī-ən\
[from Anglo-French dent de lion, literally, lion’s tooth]
• vibrant golden-yellow flower. under-appreciated. thrives in harsh conditions. shabby tufts scatter the flowers of tomorrow.
• a weed or a wish, depending on point of view.
• strong. like a roar.
I’m grateful you’ve found your way here. I write for moms trying to figure out the difference between helping their child to live and helping their child to die. For moms grieving the loss of a child who is still alive. For moms needing to find a recovery of their own. My wish is that on the pages of my books, this website, and my blog you will find some comfort and strength as you make your way on your own difficult journey.
You are not alone. And together we are stronger.
Hugs and hope,
“Addiction is a disease, not a disgrace.” ~Sandy Swenson
“Misrepresented, misjudged, and mishandled. Addiction is a misunderstood tragedy, too often hushed up. Well, no more secrets. Not anymore. My child is dying a slow death from the disease of addiction, enticed as a young teen to drink and do drugs by the very same culture that now looks with shock upon his addiction as a moral failure or reckless choice. Shame and blame and disdain. So, for his sake, for my sake, for the sake of my family, I’m stepping out from the shadows.” ~Sandy Swenson