I think I've said this before but I will say it again. I am not a mother nor do I deal with the hardship that is addiction. To even imagine my daughter going through this, fighting to live and surviving despite people calling her those words... those stereotypes... well, she still has hope despite others or "society" losing faith.
I actually just wanted a show and in the episode, someone was joking about looking like an "addict" because of the pose with her arms. Everyone laughed and I was just shocked. People don't understand the stigma still behind addiction. Like with my mental illness, some days I feel it may consume me, but it is not my sole identity. I struggle with it but it does not define me. Some days, sure it feels like that, but I am more than depression.
She is indeed a warrior and I am so damn proud of her for being one year clean. Any day clean, is a success. Any day trying despite having a slip-up, is a success. People judge and expect other humans beings to be perfect. But we mess up. The beauty is in how we rise.
You've penned such heart and emotion as always. Love you to the moon and back!
That opening paragraph is so true. Though,
I don’t know what to tell you about the poem and the content. It’s tough. It’s a hard subject. However, I see the beauty in your words. I do wish and I hope your daughter recovers and continues to fight to get well and better.