Being thankful for the big things

Last week, my son posted this message to his Facebook page:

“On Oct 17. I will be completely done with probation and can officially close the door on a very bad time in my life! Can’t believe it’s been 7 years! If you know someone struggling with addiction, there is help available. Don’t let them suffer in silence. It is treatable!”

Reading the post, I was filled with conflicting emotions–happiness, pride in what my son has accomplished and memories of the terrible fear our family lived with for almost ten years.

My husband and I had resigned ourselves, or thought we had, to the fact that our sweet, happy boy would probably be found dead or spend the rest of his life in prison. He was a Meth addict, and no matter what we did, nothing helped. He spent time in three different rehabs and used the drug again the day he was released.

The prevailing wisdom of the time said, “Meth changes the cell composition and once abused, the user can never get clean.” The prevailing wisdom was wrong, thank goodness. Prison changed my son’s mind. Or rather, he changed his mind, deciding he didn’t want to spend his life in prison.

The officials must have seen something, because, after only six months, they offered him a program with work release.

Seven years after he made that decision, he’s happily married and expecting his third child. He’s served on the Idaho Meth Project, speaking at schools and gatherings, and he’s made a success of his life.

We are so proud of the changes he’s made and the man he’s become. I’m writing this on the off chance that someone is battling addiction or is watching addiction steal away a loved one.

There is hope. Don’t suffer in silence. My son is living proof.