Drug Addiction Blogs to Watch: Family Members of Addicts Check In
Wednesday, November 12th, 2008There are a number of blogs written by addicts, both active and in recovery, as well as by family members who love their son, daughter, or partner who is an addict or alcoholic. New ones spring up every day and while many tend to fall off, often there are great little seeds of truth in just the few posts that make it online. I’ve chosen some to share with you.
OxyContin and Opiate Addiction: A Mother’s Story
A mother whose son is/was going through detox and recovery provides a different perspective on addiction. She says:
“My name is Debby, and my son is an addict. The purpose of this blog began as a way to keep my loved ones informed on how my son is doing with his detox/recovery. To date, this blog is evolving into what I hope will be a ministry and blessing to others who might be experiencing what I am. To respect my son, I will not use full names, in the theme of Nar-Anon.”
This blog is written, obviously, by the wife of a man addicted to heroin. Her honesty provides insight into just how heartbreaking it can be to be in love with someone who is strung out and struggling. She says:
“He’s been to three meetings in three days. It’s a big deal. He’s sometimes crazy, but when he says things that are hurtful or when he’s hyper-sensitive in that maddening addict way, he calls himself on it. He’s trying to clean up the messes he’s made, slowly but surely. It’s all good stuff, and it scares me, and it fills me with hope.”
Written by the mother of a heroin addict, she is also a grandmother fighting for custody of her grandchild, who was born to her addicted daughter. Her posts are often detailed discoveries of a life loving someone who is addicted to drugs and how difficult it is to help them in a way that’s constructive and love them at the same time. She wrote a poem:
My Changeling
Who crept soft among mine
With envious delight,
To rob me of preciousness
As if overnight?
How slowly I awakened,
From my blissful bed,
To find my child gone away;
A changeling in her stead -
Bright eyes turned to angry stares,
No more laughing innocence;
What was once solicited
This being stoically resents
Pray keep me strong; accepting
Of this challenging changeling, who
If I frighten her away from me
She takes my baby, too
(And sorrowfully I see
For now we won’t agree,
Though I’m a changeling,
too)
Do you know of any great drug addiction and recovery blogs that you would like to share? Perhaps you have one of your own. Let us know!









