Blogging used to be a place for me to come to talk about my sons struggles with addiction and substance abuse. It is here I connected with other parents of addicts, sober bloggers, and al-anoners alike. Some of those bloggers remain, some have gone. A select few I remain friends in the real world with.
I don't know what to say here anymore. I still read your blogs every day although I do not comment often. I see there are alot of new parent of addicts blogs out there, and I am not sure if my story can help or hinder their progress in their journeys. My story did not have the ending I had hoped for.
That said, I am still here, I am still in pain, and my son, the Prince is still dead.
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Kel, I hope that you will stay. You were here when I first started. It may still help you to write. It helps me with my recovery and to get my thoughts together.
That said... you don't have to know what to say... but when you need to say something... we are here for you, ready and willing to sit, listen, lend support, etc etc.
I am so, so sorry about your son!
A reader from Saskatchewan, Canada.
I also hope you will stay as I agree, your writing and reading may help bring you some sort of comfort? I know their are other parents out there that have lost their children to addiction and write about it. Here is a link to one I read: http://mamapundit.com/2010/09/the-continuing-investigation-into-henrys-death-autopsy-results/. I hope you keep writing, I know it helps me. (HUGS)..Renee
You remain in my thoughts and my prayers; and as long as writing helps you, I hope you stay.
And your blogger buddies are still here and your real friends offline are still here too.Always,forever.
I feel your heartbreaking still.
I wish I could stop your pain but
I am always here for you.Read above.
xoxo
Kel, I am with Syd, I hope that you will stay, being the child of a parent who was addicted and died at 39, your voice is most necessary...for you, I hope you stay...
peace and love
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Kel,
I think of you so often. I thought of the Prince last week when I thought for sure my son's life was almost over (he stabbed himself in the stomach and then went on a heroin binge...lost a ton of blood). But my son is here and yours is not. I can't imagine the pain. I don't know if I could ever get out of bed again. I don't know what to say to you other than I am so deeply sorry you have to feel something no mother should ever have to feel.
Kel, please let us know you're alright.
What happened to your son and knowing what it would do to mom and dad is a big part of why I got clean in the last few months.
Take care.
Kel, your blog is a foreshadow of my future and mine is a sad reminder of your past. Our journeys mirror each others and will intersect at the death of our sons. It is only a matter of time for mine. I feel so much agony as I read your posts, knowing those words will one day be mine. I grieve now, much like the family of a hospice patient. We foolishly believe time will help digest, accept and move forward. I say, BS to that. When does one stop grieving for the loss of your own flesh and blood, or better still, when is it acceptable to begin grieving? If someone asks, I will say my son died when he was 15, but it was not until his overdose he took his last breath. For that is the reality. My heart, my thoughts and prayers continue to be with you.
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