When you wish they were dead
I attended the support meeting for families who have relatives with addictions. The mothers in the room, including myself, bawled their eyes out and wished their children were dead. Actually, we wanted our children to get better but if they can't get better then we wished they would just hurry up and die. Please give peace to all of this suffering. This was our honest, shattered sharing which addiction forced from us. There is nothing like the anguish of a mother who is placed in a position to want her child's suffering to end by extinguishing his or her life. No one gives you empathy when your addicted child is alive. Society blames you, the mother, for that child's mental health condition. Many families spend thousands upon thousands of dollars finding the right medical services for their children. That money is down the drain. There's no cure for addiction. It's a chronic, relapsing brain disorder. When people are sober they live pretty good lives. They are