I struggle with people’s occasional (?) weirdness. Weirdness defined as not thinking the way I think, which is of course the right and only way. I feel hurt, confused and “What?” “Oh,” “Okay,” and “WhatEVER” about it. Makes me not want to be vulnerable and offer my something to be rejected. Makes me want to sit in my house in a butt-pocketed, well-worn La-Z-Boy with the same exact routine which does not involve getting involved. Makes me not want to give back, give out, give away. Makes me want to give up.…Read more
Years ago, about ten rows back in the auditorium a tearful mom talked to me after a school presentation on the dangers of alcohol and other drugs. “I don’t do anything that matters,” she said. “I’m so consumed with my son’s drug problem.” I could relate to the moon and back having felt that way to be sure. It gave new perspective to hear her say it out loud. What she does matters — she loves someone.…Read more
By the grace of God there comes a moment in the life of a person abusing substances where enough is enough and it’s time to get help. They may say they were sick and tired of being sick and tired. For many it’s as dramatic as choose treatment or die. On the lighter side of a dark situation our son adds, “and I didn’t have anything else going on that day.” It (intervention, legal consequences, a friend’s strong suggestion, desperation, the will to live, an illumination) or all, overlaps to form a moment of clarity. Since we fear what we don’t understand, I thought it might be helpful to have a professional demystify treatment for us.