anaddictsmomma

How things are viewed

When you are an addict mom/parent you see things different. Simple things. Normal things will send you into panic mode. I will be talking about my “normal” things that relate to my son’s drug of choice. This section is difficult to write so I assume for many of you difficult to read. I remind myself, God has my baby and he is safe and that helps. TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!! Spoons: when you notice a spoon is missing (and yes, I would count them) your mind whips around-NO!!!!! Not again, this is not happening again, and you recount. You stand in front…

Addiction

Definition: A chronic, relapsing, disorder characterized by compulsive drug seeking, continued use despite harmful consequences, and long-lasting changes in the brain. Considered both a complex brain disorder and a mental illness.

The start?

I guess to start I will talk about my favorite subject-my sonshine, Mark. Mark came into this life looking like an alien. Yep, I’m that mom. He was not all cute and cuddly. He was thin and long and looked like E.T. But he was mine. He was the light in my day, every day! Life was good. He grew into a funny, brilliant, energetic, and respectful young man. Mark loved life-until he didn’t. He was so happy until he wasn’t. Mark had a fear of disappointing people. He worked hard, was calm, funny, and relaxed most of the time.…

Hello World!

Where to start??? I never thought I would be, but I became an addict’s mom. Full title is Angel addict’s momma. I have decided to do this because my story, his story needs to be told even if I am the only one reading it. This will not be in order, polished, perfect,… but I am none of those things so there’s that. For anyone who can relate please don’t think you are alone. You are not!