Ten years of this bullshit is enough for me. He is in jail AGAIN, waiting for a bed in rehab AGAIN. I refuse to participate anymore. I will not participate in his addiction anymore. Pissed Off And Done Carol.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014. As I have been sending out my resume and applying for a new job, it suddenly occurred to me that a prospective employer might search social media and etc. And end up here on my blog. So please, do not let the title of my blog scare you off - in fact, it could lead to an interesting interview! Links to this post.

Saving my daughter from Heroin Addiction. Monday, December 8, 2014. Do they Work? The twelve-step program is a set of guiding principles outlining a course of action for recovery. Members of the program attend regular meetings. Group and the method has been adapted to include narcotics, overeaters and many other groups. Saturday, April 30, 2011.

This a blog about our mom, an addict, and how her addiction affects our lives. Friday, October 1, 2010. Always how she wants to see it. Once again, she reads things the way she wants to. Not sure why I keep trying. Wednesday, September 22, 2010. Yesterday was a tough day for me! Tuesday, June 1, 2010.

Trying to survive the heroine, cocaine addiction of my daughter. Trying to be greatful for what I have left in spite of horrendous pain. How to cope with stress. I hope we can help each other endure the pain of the addiction of a daughter or son. Thursday, December 26, 2013. Call From Oh So Distant Son. My son called about 5 pm on Christmas. It was good to hear his voice and wish him Merry Christmas. He is finally working full time in security! Wednesday, December 25, 2013.

An article I wrote has been published! Very excited that this has happened and grateful for the opportunity. When she is using she stays away.

Looking Back, Moving Forward. Still have a lot to learn, work out, and explore. Over the course of t.

Monday, June 15, 2015. this is going on at home, that is going on at work, someone is sick, someone is broke, bills to pay, a marriage in trouble, my addicted child is homeless. You know, too many balls in the air. We try to keep them from touching ground like if they do we will be tarnished, marked for life because we failed to keep the circle going. Today I realize the only ball I have to keep in the air is the one I hold in my hand.

This song means so much to me. My battle with breast cancer. But I have no choice in this matter.