This morning I received an e-mail from a mother. Last night her son overdosed.
"Last night I saved my son's life in our bathroom. I'm certainly not the first parent to do so and I won't be the last..........Laying there turning blue lipped and laying in blood from hitting his head on the tile. I can't physically get it out of my head"
How do you get it out of your head? This is the horror of being the parent of an addict. OVERDOSE, what a horrible word!
This is a mother that stole her son back from the monster, at least for that night.
"I believe I first heard of Narcan from your blog or a link from your blog. You indicated you had to use it at some point.... .....Thank you for talking about Narcan. I was able to at least save his life another day for one more day of hope."
Yes, I did write about the time my son was given Narcan because of an overdose.
If you are the parent of an addict, I can't say it enough, EDUCATE, EDUCATE, EDUCATE, yourself. I know with the drama and crisis of addiction this may seem overwhelming but it must be done.
My random rantings and raving on this blog isn't about helping to save a life. My purpose began as trying to help me make sense of an insane situation. Maybe it has turned into something more.
If this mom that wrote me reads this I want you to know that you have made my day today and you have destroyed my day. You ripped your son away from the monster and there is nothing in the world that makes me feel better. The monster is alive and still grabbing our children each day. That reality grabs my heart and destroys my happiness.