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<blockquote data-quote="New Leaf" data-source="post: 736833" data-attributes="member: 19522"><p>Hello Prayforus and welcome. I am so sorry for your need to be here. You have written a most eloquent piece that I can relate to on so many levels. I have two daughters, homeless, using meth. I, too see them in the lost souls on the streets and hope and pray they find their way to their true potential some day.</p><p>Thank you for sharing a bit of your story so poetically. It is a hard road we travel when our adult kids go off the rails. The grief is far different than losing someone in death, yes, I have often written this. It is the <em>not knowing</em>, then the mind starts to fill in the missing pages as if to quantify the worry and angst.</p><p>The puzzled look on friends faces when they think they know. My 84 year old mother asking during weekly calls if I have heard from my two. The sadness in her voice when I tell her all we can do is pray.</p><p>The phone call I got today from my youngest daughter, letting me know her sister is in jail.</p><p>They grow up in age, but maybe not maturity. I think my two are stuck at 15. Defiant adult teenagers, acting out and partying, claiming when in need that “we are family” and we are supposed to help, then ripping us off while we are not looking.</p><p>There was no choice but to say no more.</p><p>I was not going to blindly support drug habits by housing them. I was not going to allow the drama and chaos of their lifestyles infect my home and my young son.</p><p>It is a hard reality to face.</p><p>The emptiness I felt, and at times feel, sneaking up on me, I squelch with prayer. When I start to smolder with worry, sadness, anxiety, I pray. It is by this, I am comforted, because if I ask in faith, then I must believe.</p><p>What I ask for, is that my two find their true potential, learn to love themselves completely enough to focus on good health and well being.</p><p>I have come to believe that I must be the change I wish to see in my two.</p><p>I have despaired a lifetime over their choices and consequences.</p><p>Enough.</p><p>I do understand that lonely place you find yourself in. Feel what you need to feel, let it out. Grief is never ending, it lessens with time, but it is there. If you find yourself paralyzed by it, seek help. I went to a therapist. There is Al Anon, websites, books. Posting here helps.</p><p>I am so sorry for the ache of it. There are ways through it. One of them is to switch focus to what you can control, yourself.</p><p>You are a gifted poet. Write it out.</p><p>Find your peace in the little blessings surrounding you.</p><p>The beautiful sunset.</p><p>Your next breath.</p><p>You have come to a place here, where many know the difficulties of this road traveled. Some of us further along the way than others, still walking the path.</p><p> More will come and offer comfort. You are not alone. Keep posting and let us know how you are doing.</p><p>Welcome to our little corner.</p><p>(((Hugs)))</p><p>Leafy</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="New Leaf, post: 736833, member: 19522"] Hello Prayforus and welcome. I am so sorry for your need to be here. You have written a most eloquent piece that I can relate to on so many levels. I have two daughters, homeless, using meth. I, too see them in the lost souls on the streets and hope and pray they find their way to their true potential some day. Thank you for sharing a bit of your story so poetically. It is a hard road we travel when our adult kids go off the rails. The grief is far different than losing someone in death, yes, I have often written this. It is the [I]not knowing[/I], then the mind starts to fill in the missing pages as if to quantify the worry and angst. The puzzled look on friends faces when they think they know. My 84 year old mother asking during weekly calls if I have heard from my two. The sadness in her voice when I tell her all we can do is pray. The phone call I got today from my youngest daughter, letting me know her sister is in jail. They grow up in age, but maybe not maturity. I think my two are stuck at 15. Defiant adult teenagers, acting out and partying, claiming when in need that “we are family” and we are supposed to help, then ripping us off while we are not looking. There was no choice but to say no more. I was not going to blindly support drug habits by housing them. I was not going to allow the drama and chaos of their lifestyles infect my home and my young son. It is a hard reality to face. The emptiness I felt, and at times feel, sneaking up on me, I squelch with prayer. When I start to smolder with worry, sadness, anxiety, I pray. It is by this, I am comforted, because if I ask in faith, then I must believe. What I ask for, is that my two find their true potential, learn to love themselves completely enough to focus on good health and well being. I have come to believe that I must be the change I wish to see in my two. I have despaired a lifetime over their choices and consequences. Enough. I do understand that lonely place you find yourself in. Feel what you need to feel, let it out. Grief is never ending, it lessens with time, but it is there. If you find yourself paralyzed by it, seek help. I went to a therapist. There is Al Anon, websites, books. Posting here helps. I am so sorry for the ache of it. There are ways through it. One of them is to switch focus to what you can control, yourself. You are a gifted poet. Write it out. Find your peace in the little blessings surrounding you. The beautiful sunset. Your next breath. You have come to a place here, where many know the difficulties of this road traveled. Some of us further along the way than others, still walking the path. More will come and offer comfort. You are not alone. Keep posting and let us know how you are doing. Welcome to our little corner. (((Hugs))) Leafy [/QUOTE]
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