“Let them go. Quit enabling.” I did. I quit. But it haunts me now.

I had lunch with my new friend Toni, yesterday.  Check out her blog Let’s be unusually happy.

Although I only met her three short months ago, she feels more like an old friend. She knows my story all too well. Only her story is a little different…but it’s the same kind of different. The same heartache, disappointment, guilt, tears, anger, and all that junk. We both lost our mother’s to their addiction. They died within three months of each other. We live only a few miles apart but only met after our mother’s died. That’s strange to me. I wonder what it would have been like if we had connected a year before our mother’s died? Would we have just swapped crazy stories and frustration or would we have been pulled together, supporting each other and growing into something more?

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Toni and I, October 2015 – the first time we met.

We shared our hearts and a few tears…”Where are you? How are you feeling? What are you thinking?” It’s hard. But, it’s good too. There is so much guilt. But we can breathe. We discussed our God winks and what a blessing they are…her with the white feathers (amazing) and me with my owls (I’ll share soon). As I shared my owl stories, I saw her eyes widen and light up. She had an owl experience too. I see cardinals all the time. I forgot to tell her that. Addiction and the loss of our moms brought us together. Thank you God for giving me her. Someone to walk with who truly gets my feelings, my questions, my guilt and all the craziness that goes along with it.

I think a lot about things…what I could or should have done differently to help mother. Was there anything? What was it? Would the outcome have been different? Would she have felt more loved? Would I have been bitter? If I would have submerged myself into her life more, would I have followed in her footsteps…leaving my boys without their mom? The questions are endless. I’m working through the hard stuff. I read lots of stuff shared by people in recovery. It’s helpful for me. But I also read hate filled comments about addicts and alcoholics. My heart aches every time I read those hate filled comments or hear ugly words come out of someone’s mouth. Sometimes, my own thoughts/words come back to haunt me. I also read the advice given to people who ask for wisdom when dealing with someone who is active in their addiction. I read over and over…”let them go. Cut them off. Quit enabling.”  I did. I quit. I gave up. But it haunts me now. The questions keep coming. What should I have done differently?

Are they right? Did I do the right thing? Do they get it more than me? Do they understand the grips of the disease? I thought I did. I thought/said some of their very comments. But… I’m seeing differently now…nine months after mother’s death. I’ve learned, researched more in nine months than I did in 44 years. I quit. I gave up. I showed up occasionally out of guilt or concern because she had alienated herself. But now instead of thinking…she alienated herself which made her totally accountable, I think things like….after over forty years of living in addiction (with only short periods of recovery) the disease alienated her. I know she was accountable for her choices. I know it. Really I do. But there’s this little voice and tug at my heart that says….at some point she was too far gone – she lost the choice and I should have done more. Maybe it’s Satan creating more heartache and enjoying the stirring of guilt and regret he’s creating in my heart and mind. Or maybe it’s God showing me I was wrong. Showing me different. Showing me better.

I’m in the Potter’s hands being molded and shaped for a specific purpose. You see, this isn’t about mother and what she did or didn’t do. It’s about me. I’m taking responsibility for my own actions and not making excuses based on hers. We answer for ourselves not others.

Finding the sweet side of crazy.

With love,

Kandy

 

 

 

Who Benefit$?

Insurance companies dictate what medications we can and can’t take or tests we can or can’t have. Thirty plus different medications. Side effects. Drug/drug interactions, FDA. Big Pharma. Generic vs. brand name. Chemicals. Plants.  Quality Measures. MTHFR. Pharmacogentics. Addiction. Bad outcomes.

Don’t you see the craziness? Do you see the connection?  Because the craziness and the way we just go with it…are eating me up.

We do dumb stuff! Really dumb!

Essential oils

I can’t talk about my essential oils (distilled from plants)…not for real and in an open forum. I can’t tell you all of the reasons why I love them.  I can’t tell you the amazing things they have done for my family.  No chemicals.  I could…but I’d be in trouble. They gave us a list of words we can’t use…which are the very reasons most of us use the oils to begin with.  Things like…antibacterial, antidepressant, anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial, antiseptic, antiviral, arthritis and so many more.  I’m a nurse for crying out loud.  These words are in my everyday vocabulary.  But yet I can’t say them when speaking about my beloved essential oils.  The same oils I have witnessed do amazing things without chemicals and side effects or worrying about addiction issues.

I can’t tell you that just recently I rubbed lemon oil on my husband’s upper right quadrant after days (week) of intense, sudden, sharp cramping and pain discomfort (I’m not allowed to say pain when referring to my essential oils). The pain discomfort stopped immediately and hasn’t returned.  It’s been 4 days.  But it would have been appropriate for me to tell you if we had gone to the urgent care and received a narcotic to help with the pain. We couldn’t have gotten in to see his physician so quickly.  We could have had to go to urgent care.  However, unless there isn’t really another option- urgent care isn’t something I’m fond of using for my family – for several reasons related to my nursing career…people use them as their primary physician, meds are over-prescribed/over-used/abused, care isn’t coordinated well, etc.  But absolutely…sometimes urgent care is needed.  But if I can wait – I go to the appropriate physician I have a history with.

We could have gone and had him examined and gotten some medication (narcotics for the pain?) and we would have been told to follow up with our primary care physician. Instead, I rubbed lemon oil on the spot that was bothering him.  It stopped.  It hasn’t occurred again in 4 days.  This was happening multiple times a day.    No narcotics. No unnecessary prescriptions or costs.  No side effects. No medication interactions. I’m not proposing we don’t see physicians. We need them.  They are smart.  They diagnose and treat.  But we can treat differently…without always prescribing medications.  But isn’t that why we go to the doctor?  Are we looking for a pill? A quick fix? He will see his primary care physician because we believe in wellness appointments and getting to the root cause. We have a choice. We are empowered.

There are so many things we could learn about using essential oils and so many healthcare issues including addiction. Truly. There are things that could possibly help with so many of the underlying causes of addiction.

Who benefits when more and more pharmaceuticals are prescribed creating side effects and drug /drug interactions?

Medical marijuana

Up until about 3 years ago – I NEVER would have said it…but I support the use of medical marijuana. I wouldn’t have supported it because…my mother was an addict and I was always told it was a gateway drug.  True. It can be.  Just like Lortab, Percocet, Xanax, Klonopin, OxyContin, Oxycodone Ativan, etc. …

I’m certainly not advocating the recreational use of marijuana just like I’m not advocating the recreational use of Lortab, Percocet, Xanax or any of the prescription medications we know could be an issue.

It’s a plant. People have had great results with treating anxiety, nausea, and so many other things.

Who benefits when pharmaceuticals are used even if medical marijuana would be better for the individual person?

Health Care Quality Measures

Quality measures are items that Medicare reimbursement will eventually be based upon. Some of the quality measures include things like…Tobacco use assessment and cessation intervention, weight screening, depression screening, vaccination information, etc.  Really tobacco cessation?  Healthcare providers are judged on whether their patient’s smoke or not? How successful has this program been in all the years that it is been measured?  In my experience, most of the smokers will tell you – “I don’t want to quit smoking.  I enjoy it.”  Tying Medicare reimbursement to physicians/agencies/organizations providing health care to smokers who don’t want to quit smoking – is craziness!

What about tying reimbursement to physician’s/agencies/organizations who perform pharmacogenetics testing, MTHFR testing or other testing they actually have some control over and could see positive results from?

Medication reconciliation is another quality measure for ACO’s – I’m a HUGE supporter of medication reconciliation.  But come on!  How is it truly measured?  The process is complicated.  How often is it truly done correctly?  How many people actually care that the patient is taking so many different medications and they can barely afford them.  Or some even have to choose between food and medication. There are over the counter medications to consider.  Several different physician’s ordering medications (primary, urgent care, specialists, etc.) for the same patient.  So many pharmacies being used…Wal-Mart or Walgreen’s $4 meds, mail order VA making it impossible for pharmacy’s to check for interactions for all of the medications. When interactions are identified – we are required to notify the physician (rightfully so). They are bombarded with so many interaction notifications because almost every medication has an interaction.  But yet our hands are tied.  Our elderly patients are falling, confused, having bad outcomes and taking so many different medications.  It’s not unusual to for them to take thirty plus different medications. Chemical interactions?

Where is the pharmaceutical company in all of this? Advocating the use of more medications…the newer more expensive ones?

How about a quality measure for reducing the amount of medications a patient takes? How about trying to eliminate some instead of just adding more and more.

Who benefits from less meds, less side effects, less drug/drug interactions, etc.?

Insurance/pharmaceuticals

Insurance companies’ control what medications can be ordered and what can’t by what they are willing to pay for. They don’t always pay for the medication that was proven to be the most efficacious but sometimes they go for the cheapest. Never mind what the physician has ordered and deemed most appropriate for the patient.  Sometimes it’s all based on cost…only.

Then there is the whole generic vs brand and the cost savings or profit pushing? Is there a bigger profit margin for generic medications for pharmacies? Will the person experience a different outcome using generic vs brand?

Insurance will pay for Lortab, Percocet, OxyContin, Oxycodone, Xanax, Klonopin, Ativan and so many other medications that have helped so many but also because of addiction…have turned lives into shambles. So we can easily get our hands on cheap potentially devastating medications but we can’t talk real about oils that are known to relieve pain discomfort.  Why?

I can get the above medications paid for by our insurance company. No problem. But Deplin a medical food that treats some of the underlying causes of the reasons the above medications are prescribed for symptom control isn’t paid for by a lot of the insurance companies! This particular medicine, Deplin has helped someone close to me.  It significantly decreased panic attacks and anxiety.  Now our insurance refused to pay for it.  But they will pay for medicines that are used to treat the symptoms and are addictive.  Why? Too costly despite the potentially better outcome? What if the use of pain medication and benzodiazepines led to addiction problems…wouldn’t the cost of addiction treatment far out way the cost of the medication?

Who benefits when additional medication is needed and root causes aren’t treated?

Pharmacogenetics testing

Here’s more information on pharmacogenetics.

Medicare, Insurance and Veterans Administration were going to pay for this amazing testing to help get patients on the right medications from the beginning. Less error in prescribing the wrong antidepressant, antianxiety, pain medications and so much more because the test assesses the persons DNA to see which medications their body can most easily metabolize.

Who benefits when wrong medications are prescribed? Lots of them…?

MTHFR 

Here is more information on MTHFR$%&!

This isn’t being utilized enough to help treat root causes for things like anxiety, depression, heart disease, arthritis…etc.

Who benefits when root causes aren’t identified/treated and more and more medications are ordered?

Think about this….who loses a profit if people are using essential oils when appropriate, growing their own medical marijuana, taking less medication which in turn means combining less chemicals, less medication interactions/side effects, being prescribed the right medications (based on pharmacogenetics testing and their DNA) so millions of dollars aren’t wasted on the wrong ones and avoiding hospitalizations?

I’m not advocating that we don’t need medications or pharmaceutical companies. We need them. They save lives.  But let’s stop the crazy behavior and do what is right.  We would have decreased costs (profits too) and people would benefit more.

Let’s acknowledge the benefits of essential oils without having to worry about the FDA trying to regulate and the pharmaceutical industry getting their hands in it for their cut.

Let’s pay for beneficial testing like pharmacogenetics and MTHFR so we can have better outcomes and treat root causes.

Let’s pay for medications that treat root causes instead of just cheaper more addictive medications that allow for more profit.

Let’s stop treating addicts like criminals. Let’s quit doing dumb stuff where the people in need aren’t benefiting.

Let’s quit doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results – Insanity!!

We have to treat the underlying cause…properly and most accurately.

We have a huge problem. It’s bigger than the FDA, Big Pharma…it’s the insurance companies, health care systems, us and so much more.  Sick people make someone a lot of money.

Be your own advocate. Find a great physician. Do your research.  Fight for yourself and others.  Get informed and empowered.

Do you see the craziness?

Kandy

 

 

 

 

 

MTHFR $%&!

I’m mad. Really mad. But the MTHFR I’m referring to isn’t really a cuss word. But to be truthful – I am saying ugliness in my mind. Lots of it. Our healthcare system is so crazy broken it makes me nuts! And I’m a nurse. I’m so frustrated with how we treat addiction, mental illness and hand out some medication like it’s nothing but refuse to pay for life changing, root cause treating, important medical food and testing.

MTHFR refers to Methylenetetrahydrofolate Reductase  and it just might change your life.

Seven months ago (one month after my mother had died)…something bad happened to someone I love…a serious medication reaction. Something that scared us and rattled me to the core. But that something bad led us to the most compassionate, empathetic, loving, knowledgeable physician we have ever met and we are thankful. She has been a bright light in a very dark world. She listened, believed, cared, taught and tested…when others had not. She performed lab tests… Pharmacogenetics, MTHFR and other blood work to help determine root causes when others had not. She truly saved us and I love her. Thankfully most everything was covered by our insurance company.

The Pharmacogenetics testing determined which medicine would be best metabolized and most therapeutic based on his DNA. The MTHFR revealed two genetic mutations which inhibited the ability to convert folic acid or even folate into a usable form.  Deplin, a medical food was prescribed. Deplin is different from other medicines used to treat anxiety, panic attacks and depression. It’s non-addictive and it doesn’t just treat the symptoms. It gets to what many believe to be at least part of the root cause of so many illnesses….anxiety, depression, heart disease, fibromyalgia and so many others.

Deplin, MTHFR, pharmacogenetics and the sweet physician who brought these into our lives have been life changers in a really big and good way. The panic attacks have been controlled and the anxiety has greatly decreased (there is so much more but I’m trying to be discreet for him while sharing info that might help someone else). I stand on roof tops (someone exaggerating but not really) and shout out to anyone who passes by… “Go see Dr. (name omitted) and have the MTHFR and pharmacogenetics testing. She will change your life with her compassion, empathy and knowledge.” Several have listened. I seriously love her.

My mother who died from her addiction on April 1, 2015 suffered from years of anxiety…and addiction. I had never heard of MTHFR until a month after her death. I’m sure she was never tested for MTHFR or had pharmacogenetics testing. I would bet my life my mother had the MTHFR genetic mutations and just maybe if these had been identified years ago and she had been prescribed Deplin or something like it – maybe she would have stood a better chance of battling her addiction.

So why am I mad?

Because our healthcare as a whole is full of craziness!!!!

Yesterday, I found out as of 12/1/15 our insurance will no longer pay for Deplin!! So after seven months of panic attacks being controlled and anxiety being greatly decreased in a large part due to Deplin…a MEDICAL FOOD…our insurance will no longer pay for it because it’s considered a vitamin.  However, the insurance will still pay for other medications that treat so many symptoms (not root cause) …and are addictive, full of chemicals, cause major drug/drug interactions, contribute to hospitalizations, rehabilitations and all kinds of ugliness. In all fairness…those medications I just referred to help people too. But being the child of an addict…I’ve seen a lot of ugly with medications (over seeking, over prescribing and abusing) and I’m furious that this medical food will no longer be covered by our insurance.  The cheapest I know of is $60 for a month’s supply when paying cash. That $60 is nothing compared to adding other multiple medications to treat symptoms or paying for additional physician appointments, inpatient treatment or addiction treatment that insurance could incur as a result of not paying for Deplin or other medications that treat root causes instead of just symptoms.  Don’t we want to treat the root cause instead of just treating symptoms? Don’t we want better outcomes? Don’t we want people to do well and succeed? I’m beginning to really wonder. I feel like a bunch of bozo’s are making really dumb decisions at our expense.

At the beginning of the year, I sat in on a presentation about pharmacogenetics testing. The lab was so excited because insurance companies including Medicare and the VA would be paying for the testing. This could potentially decrease many poor outcomes related to medications and save tons of money by preventing wrong medications (for their DNA) from being prescribed to a patient. During the presentation, I made a snide remark about how I bet Big Pharma wasn’t too happy about the testing. Because from my angle…it looked like they stood to lose a lot of profit if physicians were more accurate with their medication prescribing based on a person’s metabolism and DNA. I was assured Big Pharma backed the testing. I was shocked and grateful. But over the last several weeks…I’ve heard Medicare will no longer be paying for the pharmacogenetics testing. Really? I wonder why? While I used to believe positive outcomes were always the priority…I’m beginning to see…I’ve been quite ignorant.

So let me ask you…who benefits when a medicine like Deplin is no longer covered by insurance or when pharmacogenetics testing isn’t covered ensuring the right medication is prescribed more accurately…it sure isn’t the patient or the family. So who benefits? And what about those positive outcomes? What about saving money? What about fighting addiction? What about what’s best for the patient?  The crazy thing is…all of those things are a hot topic within our Medicare programs, VA and government right now.  Man we sure do dumb stuff.

We are in great hands.  My loved one will get what is needed.  I’ll file for and an exception with the insurance company and do whatever I need to do to ensure he gets what is needed.  But  I shouldn’t have to battle.  What about the ones who can’t or don’t know better?  This whole thing is just dumb.

Does anyone else see the craziness?

Kandy

Check out these links to learn more:

Pharmacogenetics and medications

How a vitamin cured my anxiety

MTHFR Genetic Defect

Holy MTHFR

MTHFR – fresh idea mama

mthfr.net

Deplin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seasons

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Do you have a favorite season?

I love the different seasons and the beauty each one brings…

Winter… longer nights, hibernation, beautiful snow falls, snowmen, my papa’s snow ice cream, footprints in the snow, deer, roaring fires, Christmas, Christmas lights, Christmas music, Christmas decorations, smells of evergreens and cinnamon, yummy Christmas goodies, family, flannel pajamas, snuggling under a warm heavy quilt or fluffy down comforter, curling up to a classic movie or great book, apple cider and more pajamas!

Spring… rain showers, greenery, nature walks, Easter, picnics, gardens, beautiful blooms, baseball, sounds of birds chirping, warmer weather, open windows and new life.

Summer… longer days, a good book under a shade tree, hammocks and porch swings, sounds of crickets and cicadas (thanks to my mother in law for clarifying this for me), fresh fruits and veggies, green plush grass soft on your toes and the smell of it freshly cut, swimming, shorts, flip flops and beautiful rays of warm sunshine.

Fall… beautiful bold colors, falling leaves, cool breeze and open windows, smells of fall, ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, clove, crisp cool air, apples, Turkey, football season, bonfires, hoodies, boots, Thanksgiving, hot chocolate, s’mores, pumpkins and pumpkin pie and sweet potatoes.

Every season offers so much beauty and sweetness but they can also be brutal…ice, extreme hot/cold, tornados, floods, losing belongings and loved ones.

Changes of the seasons are so much like the different seasons of our lives. Throughout our lives, we will experience disappointment, tragedy and heartbreak. But we will also experience beauty, sweetness and new life. What we focus on matters. If our thoughts on spring are constantly…I hate the rain, storms, mud, mess and all the negative…our minds will be all filled up with the ugly and we’ll miss the sweetness and the beauty. Look back up at all the good stuff spring brings us. New life! And it comes in so many different forms. Sure, we have to deal with the ugly. When we lose someone or something tragic happens, we have to work through those things. We can’t just ignore them or we won’t be healthy…mentally, spiritually or physically. But we have to make sure we are scattering more sweetness in our lives as we are working through the junk. We don’t want to become so focused on the junk that we are savoring it instead of the sweetness. That would make for a pretty rotten life. It would be like savoring poop! Who wants to do that? Don’t savor poop!

I am thankful for all of my sweet blessings throughout my life and what each new day brings me. I am my heavenly father’s daughter and he is always with me! That’s the biggest blessing of all.

Focus and savor the sweet stuff each season brings!

What are your favorites?

Much love,

Kandy

Addiction – What needs to change?

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I’m working through some junk. Guilt. It stinks! I choose to write and share because it helps me. And I know there are so many others…just like me. Addiction stinks! But I already said that.

My heart is struggling. I’d like to say my head is disagreeing with my heart but it’s not. My heart hurts and I find myself frequently and quickly wiping away tears. They come out of nowhere. I’m consumed with thoughts of addiction. Mother’s addiction. And her death. This isn’t me. I prepared for this. I knew it was coming. I’m tough. And I’m strong. But I’m weak. I was powerless to Mother’s addiction and the consequences of her addiction. Just like she was.

Now, I’m consumed with a passion for the very thing I’ve spent my entire life running from. I’ve ran from addiction as if my life depended on it. And it did. Now, I’m reading articles, writing, reading books and thinking about addiction in a crazy way. I feel like a hypocrite.

I ask myself – “Why now? Why are you consumed with it now?”

My heart answers “Because, I should have done more.”

The battle continues “but what?” I continue asking myself.

My heart cries out…”I DON”T KNOW!!!!!!!!!! But more!!! Something!”

I know deep down I did the best I could with what I had. I believe mother did too.

I’m surprised by my tears. Oh, that sounds bad. But if your life has been devastated by addiction – you get it, don’t you? I never really had my mother. She was controlled by drugs and alcohol my entire life. So I’m not grieving a close mother/daughter relationship…or then again, maybe I am. It was confusing and messed up. No, our relationship was a slave to mother’s addiction. Her addiction was always a wedge between us. As far as I know, she only had a few short periods of sobriety during her life. That’s sad, isn’t it? I wasn’t raised with her. Not really. My mother was never my “mom.” I’m sure she wanted to be but she wasn’t. That’s what addiction does. It robs us (and them)… of people we love…our hopes…our dreams and sweet meaningful joys of life. But that’s all I knew – mother the addict. I never knew mother before she was an addict. So my tears surprise me. Why am I struggling? I knew she was killing herself. Someone close to me said this about their own addiction…”If I don’t change my ways I only have three options…locked up, drugged up or covered up.” That makes my heart hurt. That makes me cry. Addiction has stolen so much from so many people. What about all the moms and dads who have lost their children to addiction?  It is a devastating tragedy.  Something as a whole needs to change. But what? I’m not sure yet.

I find myself feeling guilty for not doing better, not doing more, not being better. I’m sure those were the same feelings my mother experienced and contributed to her continued drinking. Now, here I am after her death…experiencing some of those same feelings. Isn’t that crazy? I have this image in my mind – Satan sees our tears and our pain…he sits up straight with excitement and grabs a bowl of popcorn to enjoy. He watches with a big smile on his wicked face. He loves to see people in pain. The image makes me want to throat punch him.

Somewhere in all the hurt, pain and disappointment – I stopped believing in her. I stopped believing mother would ever beat her addiction. I lost hope. That sounds bad too, doesn’t it? It was crushing to experience the excitement and hope that she was changing only to be punched in the gut by her continued drinking and drug use. I built a wall to protect myself from the roller coaster of emotions and disappointments that were constant daggers in my heart. Isn’t that what we do? Protect ourselves?

I didn’t help her as much as I should have but I did as much as I could. I hope that makes sense. People frequently told me, I owed her nothing and I could stop trying to help her because they saw my pain and what it was doing to me. I understood what they were telling me. I got it. But I saw her pain and I felt bad for her. I understood – she not only had a physical addiction but she also dulled her pain and anxiety with the substances. She wasn’t strong enough to face her pain. Or maybe she just didn’t believe she was strong enough. She was alienated. Not because people were mean or bad or didn’t care about her but because of her actions. She was mean and lived a very hard life. We were all at a loss. We didn’t know how to help her and it was too painful to continue watching her spiral out of control, standing by helplessly as she killed herself.

My brain knows all the right stuff. I know about boundaries, enabling and codependency. I know she had to want to stop. She had to want to change and she had to do the hard work. But isn’t there more to it? Mother was sick. She had a debilitating chronic disease. A disease we don’t treat like other diseases. Mother had been using for the majority of her life. Not just using here or there…she was controlled. She was powerless for more than forty five years. She had done years and years of damage to her mind, body and soul. Had mother lost purpose for her life? She alienated everyone. Or was it us who alienated her? Is that what we do to addicts? All in the name of saving ourselves and our sanity? She had sweet people who cared about her and helped her…the lady at the library, several neighbors, case managers, family members, the meals on wheels man, the home health nurse (not hers) who saw her crossing the busy road to get to the liquor store – stumbling and dressed in her night gown, she lovingly picked mother up and gave her a ride back to her apartment. There are so many I don’t even know about. I’m so thankful for those who cared for her when I couldn’t or didn’t.

I’m so thankful for all those who cared for me when she couldn’t or didn’t. I think about how much different my life could have been if it weren’t for loving people.

Guilt is a driving force behind addiction. I know my mother was plagued with deep rooted feelings of guilt. She used alcohol and drugs in an attempt to drown out feelings of anxiety, guilt, heartache and everything ugly. I choose to go into the pain and work through it.

I watch and I listen as others respond to addicts and alcoholics with hate filled unforgiveness. I get it. I’ve done it. It makes you bitter. But isn’t there more? How can we so willingly accept God’s forgiveness when we are unwilling to extend it to others? I’m working on this. God can take this tragedy and use it for good.

The truth is…when mother was alive it was hard to do anything because I was always waiting for the next tragic call and I was so busy running…from her addiction. I’m not judging any of you who are enduring this pain with your loved one. I get it. It hurts and it is heartbreaking. I just keep thinking….what needs to change about how we treat addiction?

“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

One last thing…please watch this video Everything you think you know about addiction is wrong.

Thoughts?

Finding the sweet side of crazy!

Kandy