Love the Addict So Hard it Hurts
If I had a magic wand, I would skip March 16th every year from now until forever. On that day in 2014, my family received the call that my younger,…
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Keeping Ourselves in Check During Quarantine Might Take Some Extra Effort
The first time I tried alcohol I was in eighth grade. I snuck out after my parents were asleep and walked around the pond to a neighbor’s…
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I Miss You So Much, My Son
I miss you. I imagine you hugging me in my mind. I close my eyes, and I breathe you in. Your smell, your whiskers brushing my cheek, the way you…
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Don’t Ask “How Did You Let This Happen?” Just Ask How You Can Help
I was a single mom when I met my husband, and my daughter and I fell head over heels. Within six months, the words “I do” made us a family of…
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I Had a Good Job, a Great Life—And an Opioid Addiction
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself,…
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When You’re Spending Too Much Time and Money Shopping and Drinking, You Vow to Stop
I don’t usually make resolutions, but it’s been an unusual couple of years for me and my marriage. Two whack years, after which…
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Grieving Aunt Shares Warning After Nephew Dies: “There Can Be No Experimenting”
The death of a young person always takes my breath away; there is nothing more unnatural than a child or teen losing his or her life…especially…
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This is What it’s Like to Love an Addict
Loving an addict will consume your every thought. Watching his physical deterioration and emotional connection to everything will make you the most…
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Mourning the Death of a Parent Who’s Still Living
Mourning the death of your parent while they’re still alive feels so wrong. Why is this a thing? Why am I going through this? Lord, I’m praying…
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The Hypocrisy of a “Sex Sells” Society
It was a few weeks after my husband and I had separated. I was driving over to his aunt’s house, his temporary residence, to drop off our…
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