and right now we are on very thin ice.
I have really enjoyed the last 6 months. My son has made so much progress and overcome so many obstacles. And I am so fucking proud of him. His life is not easy but I’ve watched him thrive and grow. He is becoming the man he should be.
he is in the early stages of relapse. It began with him drinking on occasion, even though alcohol is not his drug of choice. But one thing leads to another. A few weeks ago my youngest son had some dental work done and received the standard pain meds to help with his recovery.
Four pills went missing but I was sure Youngest didn’t count them right.
Two days ago, Son had some dental work. He made a big fuss about declining pain meds. He even showed me the receipts for the antibiotic and muscle relaxants he got. But to me, he looked a little fucked up. Things felt hinky, so I called the pharmacy wondering what meds were prescribed… since I only had 2 receipts. They confirmed that a prescription for Oxycodone was also prescribed.
There you go…….
I know the words “relapse is a part of recovery”, but I didn’t want that to be my story. And here I am.
My therapist advised me that a person so deep in addiction, like my son, has a 90% or greater chance for relapse. The job at hand now, is to lessen the frequency and length of the relapse.
And for me, my husband and my youngest boy, we must grieve. This set back will not diminish the joy we have felt for the last year or so. We have many happy memories to treasure. And we must try to help our son see the light, and stop now before he turns to heroin again. But dark days are ahead……