We care, for the better.
A place for families, because you don't have to use drugs to be affected by them.
- How do I know if they're using drugs?
- Why do they use drugs/alcohol?
- Is it my fault?
- How can I cope with their behaviour?
- Understanding the stages of addiction and recovery
- Where do I get the help I need?
- Getting support for your loved one
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Posted by Sosad on 16 July 2014.
My son battled his demons for many years. He couldn't take it any more and decided to be free from his demons on 15th May this year, just 2 months ago. He was 31 yrs of age. He came from a lovely background. His parents worked, owned their own home. He went to Grammer school., and was loved so so much. Drugs became his life. He stole, lied went to prison and his parents stood by him all the time. Unconditionally. I'm his mum and this is my story. I would give anything to have my boy back. But I want him back in one piece, whole not tormented by drugs, wanting each day to get a fix and how to pay for it, steal, rob. Who knows. He didn't want to be on this earth surviving each day. It was his choice to take his life, but it doesn't make the pain any easier. I think of him 90% of each day even in my dreams. He thought of everyone before ending his days. He waited till we returned from holidays because he was looking after our dog( that was his) he did it where I wouldnt find him, his step dad would. He did all his washing and my saving grace was the note he left for his family. To explain he couldn't live this way anymore. I'm so proud of my boy. He wasn't a bad lad, drugs turned him into a different person. A person he didn't want to be. His demons has embedded themselves so deep he could not live each day without them. Please remember this. Addicts don't always want to be addicts, they can't help themselves, they don't want to upset their families. I'm grieving so much now. I'm never going to be the person I was. I love my son so much and always will, addict or not he was my boy.
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