So, I figured if I want to write, write what I know best. That would be me. What spurred me on was my struggle with a chronically ill, pain killer and Ambien addicted loved one stricken with an eating disorder. It has just gotten to the point where I need an outlet. This is it.
Years ago when I moved back home from Boston to the the South I discovered my mum in a deep depression and addicted to OxyContin. I had pushed and cajoled to wake her from her "cotton dream" and finally got her past it. Years later, here we are lost in the dream yet again, different drug, but the same old , same old.
About three weeks ago she almost died. She ended up on a ventilator for a week and the doctors were not hopeful. Seeing her like that made me realize I can't see her go out like that. So I began the fight to get her back. I begin my written journey here.