Wow am I excited to tell you this!! I get messages every day from someone at one point or another along the journey of having a son or daughter who is struggling.
 

A Mom emailed me early this week asking for suggestions for a therapist and updating me that her son, an IV Heroin user had relapsed.

© Alexas_fotos via pixabayIn short, she had started a support group after he was in treatment 30 days for his first time, thinking it was over. I could tell they were  deeply enmeshed and sick with the situation. I had stopped in a couple times and become friendly with her. I was concerned about  the family because they were convinced they had done all the right things and he was most likely clean for good. Like we all hope.  Weeks after my last visit there I got this email.

In it she said she had dropped her son off that morning at a gas station, he had slept outside at this same one for months before he entered treatment that first time. She said she left him there and felt like she would die, but believed she had to at this time.

That said, my response to her was how painful I know that to be. I gave her a couple of examples of going through relapses with my son. A recent story I had heard about a mother, I actually mentioned it on our holiday podcast, who had dropped her son off at a homeless shelter between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I also told her my favorite phrase going through the hardest of times, “it ain’t over yet.” I swear I want that engraved on the plaque!

I mentioned things from Allies in Recovery, and told her to write either in a Hallmark card or on an index card the name and number of treatment centers and other resources that he can call in a moment of clarity or desperation and to give it to him anytime she sees him or is able to. That would be a soft intervention and give her something productive to do in the midst  of the situation. I take these emails on with my heart!

She emailed me back yesterday that he had called the night she left him there to ask if he could come home and she told him no. He then asked if she would bring him his phone charger. He was going to sit inside the gas station and charge his phone. She sent her husband because she did not trust herself to see him in that condition and not cave. Or go home more of a mess. She sent an index card with the names and numbers she had researched.

The next morning he called a number on the card and checked himself into treatment.

I mean my heart EXPLODED reading that! She said she never would’ve thought to do that, and had she not sent that index card, she probably would’ve spent the night in mourning, or driving past the gas station… and it would’ve led into another night, and more nights to follow that he would’ve been out there. I’m not saying that this is it for him—we know it’s a journey—but no treatment is wasted. And this is one family with hope reignited—during the holidays!
 

This is why I love this work. And this is why I love CRAFT, and Allies, and this is why I will never stop being available, pouring out, and giving my heart to each and every person, one at a time.

Thank you for everything you have taught, for the heart you have for this, and for all you are doing. It matters! It mattered to this family!!!
 

HAD to share ❤️
 

Annie
 

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This