They say time heals all wounds. There is no way the person that coined that phrase was a mother forced to outlive her child. Grief actually intensifies over time as we face the reality of life without our loved ones. With each passing day, my daughter feels further and further away... and yet, she's closer than she was the day she died.

Time simply gives us longer to assimilate to our new identity and strange existence. Until I decided to walk in purpose, I was stuck in that space between. Sometimes I still find myself there ... but I don't get stuck anymore.

The space between is our struggle within. The internal conflict is made more vicious by unresolved, worthless emotions like guilt and regret. Until we confront the ugly, we will get lost in the apathy between life or death; the ambiquity between wrong and right, love and hate; the numb between despair and peace, forgiveness and anger; the corner between reality and dreams; the identity between mother to two beautiful children and a yet defined soul; the fear dividing truth and blurred memories.

I had to make a conscious decision and then choose to live that decision everyday in order to recover a purpose driven life, it was that or dying. I couldn't go on as I was anymore.

For example - facing down the truth obstructed by blurred memory.

When I've talked about my addiction in the past 2 years, I have omitted embarrassing, agonizing details. In my own defense, I had forgotten so many things as the drugs and trauma of my daughter's death sent my brain into a survival mode. This is a good thing because if it hadn't, I would've lost my mind by now.

The painful reminders of my well intended mistakes and the horrifying consequences are unbearable at times. I found the courage to face them and forgave myself, understanding that, the vast majority of my actions were motivated by love, or something closely resembling it.

Case in point...  

I chose to remember in detail how it must've felt for my children to endure my apathetic, self destructive spiral down.

Once for about 2 months straight, my son survived on Domino's pizza, wings and desserts... EVERY night. As a growing, athletic young man, this wasn't the best of diets. Unfortunately, I was writing checks to pay for them until they started bouncing and they stopped taking them. Then, I'd use another account and do the same thing until they refused those too. Eventually, our address was blocked for checks.

My son was an overachiever but like all children, he required discipline. He wanted that discipline so badly, as did my daughter. They wanted and needed me to make them go to school. Instead, I'd make up excuses FOR them NOT to go to school. I have since come to understand that boundaries means love and security. Children not only need this... they crave it. How did I get that so wrong???

I cannot tell you how many times my son came home to a house with "stolen " electricity as eventually the bounced checks couldn't buy me more time. Once the power company realized we tampered with the meter, they would come out and remove it until bill was paid in full - in CASH. It was the same drill with water, gas, cable...

I broke so many promises to my children during that time, I cannot recall or count them all if I could. Each time I would break a promise, my heart would ache. In true addict form, I would scheme and fast talk to make that ache subside a bit for them ... and for me.

My son was an avid athlete from age 4 on. He played basketball and football in high school and was a star player. Until my first love (my children) were replaced by drugs, I took him to his games. I watched on with pride. I signed him up for everything. During addiction? I think I made it to two games... tops. He would come home beaming with pride, recanting in his typical charismatic, passionate way, each play, each score. I was not there. He would say it was okay ...but I saw it in his eyes. The looks stabbed ny heart and yet... it wasn't enough for me to stop the madness. i justified, I didn't think I COULD quit. I told myself I was sick, I needed them to be okay.

I was an excellent housekeeper until addiction stormed in. I went from scrubbing floors with toothbrushes on hands and knees to, pretending 8 puppies hadn't soiled my carpets because they weren't being let out regularly. That's okay, I thought. We will rip out carpet and start over. That never happened. Instead, bare wood floors were also eventually ruined by roaming, unsupervised puppies who were considered dog aggressive at only 8 weeks old.

I got a call once that my daughter was in the next community over, passed out drunk. We took off to get her. Once we walked in, she was obviously obliterated. She started yelling and whining for us to "stop embarrassing her". She begged to stay. HE wanted to throw her over his shoulders and get her out of there. My addiction voided my motherly intuition and I decided to give in to my daughter's demands. Remember now, my children were my whole life, my everything... at least I thought so , until addiction seeped into my blindspot.

We walked out, relunctantly. Fighting on the way home, he and I did not see eye to eye. I thought I was protecting her from him. He thought he was protecting her from THEM. I went home and got more high, telling myself, it's okay. I told myself, it's suburbia. Man, I lived through way worse than a party at a friend's and I'm okay!!! Okay???? Ha. No, I was NOT okay.

IT was NOT okay. Later that night as she laid passed out, she was groped by a few boys and everyone talked about it later. Not long before that night, my daughter had been sexually assaulted by cowards. This night that I chose to give in to her helpless demands, was the night I chose to ignore her screams for help, preferring instead to live in that space between. And yet, I thought I was acting in love.

There are so many things I would change... but I can't. This fiercely protective mother bear went from overprotective to emotional abandonment. My daughter was particularly lost when this happened.

Fast forward two years, Mother bear is now shooting heroin with her daughter's friend for the first time, in a car parked next to her daughter's friend's house in an upper middle class neighborhood.

The space between told me my addiction only lasted 5 years and most of that time my children were adults. No, the last 5 years were only the worst. That space between lied. I will correct the record to reflect life. It was more like 10 years lost to this demon of addiction.

Before that? I took my children to 2 vacations to Mexico, one to Bahamas, 3 to Disneyworld, beaches, all year around. After? I barely left my darkened room for more than a run to the pharmacy.

How? Why???? My babies were everything to me. The thought of losing them would crush me and yet, here I am still. I thought I could not survive detox. Yet, I DID survive after withdrawing in a jail cell in the worst way possible. I've also somehow managed to stay clean after the most traumatic loss anyone can endure.

Facing down the past helps correct your direction going forward.  

Yes, it wasn't 5 years, it was 10. Yes, I know. It's okay, I'll make it accurate, even if I can't make it right.

That space between is where we get lost. But I'm not anymore.

Dedicated to my babies, my first loves. I'm walking through your pain and it sucks. I'm so very sorry.

Love, Mom

Have you seen, heard or read the news lately? If not, you may not have a pulse. Everywhere you turn there is a new allegation about a high profile individual sexually harrassing, molesting or assaulting someone at some point in their career. I think we can all agree, something is VERY wrong here.

For people like me, these revelations are disgusting, but they are NOT shocking. While our country has been focused on heroin and prescription drug abuse and terrorism because of the alarming increase in deaths, we haven't explored much on how to "end" addiction, other than by attacking supply or researching scientific strategy. We also haven't been focusing on the other brewing storm, all too often interwoven with substance dependency... sex trafficking and child abuse.

What causes someone to become addicted to an opiate runs the gammet and can be, though not always, traced to a history of trauma, a genetic predisposition and/or environmental factors. Sometimes, however, there is nothing to point to but a seemingly helpful prescription for pain and the unintended changes the chemicals caused in the brain.

What if I told you I think addiction is a very human, very normal reaction? Does that thought make you uncomfortable, or even angry? The differences in each of us is about preferences and biological responses to our habits and experiences. It also comes down to reward and loss. If a person feels a "rush", aka reward, when engaging in an act, consuming or abusing a substance, but otherwise their life is pretty good and connections are strong, they are more likely to resist the compulsion to repeat if resulting in negative consequences. However, if the same individual is enduring a difficult period in life such as illness, isolation, job loss - would they be more likely to succumb to addiction? I would say yes, and science supports that. Opioids just happen to be a much harder habit to end on our own as it causes a physical and psychological enslavement. So, bottom line, some addictions are just more demanding, powerful and deadly than others.

Sex addiction is a process addiction

The renewed debate spurred by explosive headlines is on whether sex addiction is a real psychological disorder or, just gets down to poor impulse control, selfish behavior and immorality. I'm not a doctor but as a person who has identified a behavioral pattern in my own life and the lives of those I have cared for, I would say it's VERY real. But, we are NOT powerless. Sex addiction is the pursuit of euphoria or connection by sexual or amorous activity and/or attention, in spite of painful results for ourselves and others. But, do we possess empathy enough to NOT actively prey on others? Absolutely. Do we have a physiological tendency toward violence or power over a defenseless child???? Absolutely not. In fact, we are often running from that very scenario endured in our own lives.

Sexual Predators are NOT addicts!!! But then again, I'm not a doctor, but pretty sure they are just some things that need to be said so, I'll take one for the team!

As to sexual predators, the difference absolutely comes down to poor impulse control, distorted and immoral behavior and that is in direct opposition with fight or flight response to stimuli, which addiction is REALLY about. Frankly, I'm angry that as substance addicted and those living in recovery, we are being lumped together ... the victim and the predator. In fact, the thought is beyond reprehensible.

Getting to our root causes, healing a nation, starts with protecting our vulnerable.

Perhaps if we exacted the same cycle of abuse we suffered on others, I'd see a correlation. However, self soothing, numbing and vulnerability to chemical dependence is not a moral failing. It's in fact a survival mechanism and malformed coping strategy as a direct result of trauma like sexual abuse.

Americans have a tendency to prioritize a crisis based on who is impacted MOST.

Heroin laced with fentanyl... KILLS. Opioids in large quantities, KILL. But guess what else, KILLS?

1. Overeating and/or eating a high fat diet is absolutely a deadly, addictive behavior and leads to obesity, diabetes, heart disease, arthritis and so on ...

2. Alcoholism (need I say more?)

3. Social media and internet addiction  (leads to loss of real connection, loss of reality, anxiety, etc.)

4. Workaholism and perfectionism (leads to broken homes and suicidal tendencies in some cases)

5. Fanatical devotion to cult like religion (leads to terrorism in certain cases)

I think each of us fall into at least one category or more. Begs the question then, why is stigma even a "thing"? Furthermore, why are we not addressing the real issue for most of us, the loss of direction and purpose in this country? Increasingly reduced quality of life ?

People who become "sober" from chemical substances but who do not follow up with a program and/or counseling, become susceptible to process addictions like high risk sexual behavior and overreating. Why? Because the 'root' has not been treated.

Time for a call to action on America's most insidious and destructive secret...

I'll conclude with these thoughts.

Child abuse and sex trafficking is a malignant cancer in our world today. It is the horrific reality of staggering numbers of innocent children and adults. Yet, is this making front page news ? No. What of the underreported and yet devastating wreckage of incest and molestation by family members or friends??? America's sickest secret is our victimized and you know what they say - We are as sick as our secrets.

America is and will always be a country of excess with a tendency toward overconsumption of any and EVERY thing, until we get down to what makes us tick. Sadly, my daughter's brain reacted to opioids differently than others and it killed her as it has hundreds of thousands. But what drove us to seek refuge in a substance over existence? We were in pain. Suffering, whether physical or emotional is still SUFFERING.

America, what if we became more proactive versus reactive, could we "end" the pandemic?

In the meantime, I believe our most deadly crisis is NOT heroin or terrorism, it's our secrets. Our biggest most shameful one? Ignoring our children and the escalation of sexual abuse in our world. If we stay on this path, we will continue to see escalating death to newer and stronger drugs. Law enforcement has applied maximum force to reducing supply of illicit substances with minimal progress and will echo this sentiment ...

WHERE THERE IS DEMAND, THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SUPPLY!!!

Note:

I am not a medical expert. This article is based on my extensive personal and professional experience as a child abuse and sexual assault survivor, mother of a sexual assault victim who is now deceased as a result of an overdose. I am the daughter of a victim of sex assault at the hands of her own father. I am a former addict in recovery. I am an advocate and activist for those struggling with addiction, abused children, survivors of sexual assault and domestic abuse survivors.