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The Terror of Discovering Your Child Has an Addiction

By Joanna Conti on Jun 26, 2015 in Stories from Parents

“We’re airlifting your daughter to shock trauma”, said the paramedic on the phone.  “Is she going to be OK?” I asked, barely able to speak.  “There’s a lot of blood” was the response and the line went dead.

Finding Calm Amidst the Rough Waters of Your Child's Addiction

By Nancy Clifford on Jun 15, 2015 in Families in Recovery

My relationships are the most valuable things in my life.  But when our third child, a son, found himself in the throes of active addiction, my dream of an intact, united family flew out the window.

A Mother's Story of Faith, Love & Crystal Meth

By Barbara Stoefen on Sep 26, 2014 in Stories from Parents

Ours was the family to which this could never happen. When my beloved daughter, Annie, became addicted to alcohol, marijuana, and then ultimately lived on the streets of our community as a meth addict, I realized that if addiction could happen to her, then addiction could happen to absolutely anyone. And it of course does.

Heroin: The Homeland Terrorist Killing Our Kids

By Brian Hughes on Sep 24, 2014 in Understanding Addiction

Today's heroin addict looks like your neighbor’s sweet, bright-eyed daughter or the quarterback on the high school football team. SAMHSA reports a rise in heroin use from nearly 373,000 in 2007 to approximately 669,000 in 2012.

Good-Bye To Alcohol

By Anonymous on Sep 24, 2014 in Choosing Sobriety

Dear Alcohol,

I think I was in love with you long before we ever had the chance to meet. I remember watching you cavort with my parents, the pretty popular girls in the movies, the beautiful women in the commercials and magazines. You brought so much joy to their faces, laughter to the room, glitter to the dullness.

Jenny's Journey

By Pat Wittberger on Sep 14, 2014 in Stories from Parents

As I picked up the telephone receiver, the tremulous voice at the other end was that of our youngest child, 19-year-old Jennifer.  "Mum"—the tone made my heart sink once more, as it had countless times in the past four years when Jenny would call us for help. "Mummy, I'm in Las Colinas. I've been arrested. I've had an accident..."