- Alcohol
Finding out I had an alcoholic daughter was devastating. My husband had noticed her symptoms long before I did. I guess I chose not to believe it, and I was also in denial. I asked myself, “How could it be? Was I not a good mother?” I was angry and sad at the beginning. I was angry because I thought a person had a choice not to drink. I was sad because she destroyed her life. I did not understand how she could be so intelligent and yet so destructive to herself at the same time.
God had mercy on her. God helped her to realize that there is hope and there is purpose in life. One day she was awakened like a child who had slept for a decade, and she finally checked herself into rehab. Because of that I too was awakened, and I admitted that she needed help. Through the journey of her recovery, she changed from a manipulative person into a loving and caring one who is always ready to help others.
Now she is studying to become a therapist to help those who need guidance. It’s been years, and she has not relapsed nor had a drop of alcohol in her body. I am so proud of her and her achievement. God gives her the strength, and she will carry it for the rest of her life! I love you, V.
Love you always,
Mom