Hi Lisa and welcome to a safe place to share, cry, vent and even laugh at times.
I’m new to this group. My son has been homeless for 2 years and a drug addict for 10. I’ve been on this ugly journey and have read books, gone to meetings to work thru, however homeless is a tough rock to carry daily. I’m sure many are in this same situation and that is what directed me to this forum.
I have two actively addicted daughters living out there on the streets. Never in a million years would I have guessed this would be the lifestyle they choose, but it is. I don't believe in rock bottom, because they have drilled way beneath it in my point of view. Done just about everything to try and stop the train wreck, but after being mowed down a few too many times, decided to get out of the way and let the chips fall as they may.
Homeless is a tough rock.
My eldest even went so far as to pitch a tent a few hundred feet from our house. Now, she is living nearby in a city park, under found tents and makeshift tarps set up on a narrow strip of grass, street side of the sidewalk. Unfortunately there are many areas in the islands with dozens of folks like my two, who find their happiness and lose their souls on meth. She manages to keep herself somewhat clean and well dressed in spite of her surroundings and some folks lined up on this skid row, some wandering around muttering to themselves, covered in filth.
I wonder if she correlates that this may one day be her, if she continues abusing her body and mind with drugs.
Her sister, fresh out of jail is off on a bender, her actions even distasteful to her elder like minded sibling, who complains that her thieving has led the police to her area, questions, trouble.
Sigh.
I go through stages of being able to pray for them both and trust that God will watch over them, to suffering the macabre
grieving over someone still living. I let myself grieve, I am their mother. Acknowledging and allowing our emotions to flow through us,
processing is so important to
living through this. Then, I do my utmost to get back up and start all over again.
Life is too precious to go down by the wayside with this.
My mantra is that by our deciding to live well, we are showing our wayward adult kids that
they can too.
Addiction may have them tightly in their grips, I won't allow it spread its poison in my household, my life.
That is a waste of three lives.
Try not to write the end of the story. Where there is life, there is hope. Take each day at time and take time to take good care of yourself.
I am glad that you posted, it is good to get your story out where folks understand what you are going through.
Please know you are not alone.
Welcome and
(((HUGS)))
Leafy