As I sit here again.
Wondering if my heroin addicted, homeless, jobless tormented son is alive tonight.
I see this article about the Sacklers….
I’m trying so hard…..
Trying to not be in victim mentality.
Trying to completely blame my son for his “choices”.
Trying to see why he and his kids and all of us are suffering deeply, financially & emotionally.
Trying to not place blame for my fractured family who barely speaks to each other.
Trying to not worry another day that my son is dead.
He doesn’t even look the same.
100+ lbs lighter- my brawny, strong tanned son looks like a pale old man.
These drugs have ravaged his body & mind so much that he sees criminal activity as the norm now.
He scavenges around, trying to survive in and do his best to make sense of his world that he has fallen into.
Going to dark places, dark people who don’t have his best interests at heart. He tells me no one can be trusted.
It’s all about money.
People in high places are involved in the drug trade.
I’m scavenging too.
I still call, write, anyone I can. Searching for someone with resources, or a deep desire to help save a human life……
These people, in, the article, were like my son once…….they just wanted to start a business- make some money.
That was my sons dream.
His own company.
He achieved it. They achieved it.
He’s almost dead. They are enjoying their mansions and the good life even as they defend their business of death.
I’m trying to not be envious.
I’ll need lots of help with that tonight
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