Last night I went to a local detox with some friends in recovery to bring a message of hope to the still sick and suffering.
I have not been in a facility like this in years. I was nervous as I always am before I share my story in front of others. My stomach twists and turns, my heart races and I shake.
They like to say it is god shaking the truth out of us.
I shared my experience how at my bottom I was a stumbling beat up mother a mess on my front lawn trying to get my son off the bus.
I shared how my little boy was wiping his tears away as he walked down the school bus stairs and was bravely saying “I got this”.
At the end of the meeting one of the employees of the detox came up to me and said….thank you on behalf of your son. I had a mother who never got clean.
This young man was maybe 25 years old if that, and so I asked what happened to your mom. He said she died a year ago and he and his 3 year old daughter just spread her ashes in the ocean.
I hugged him and got chills. He just kept telling me that it was so good for him to see that someone’s mom is actually doing well and remaining clean.
Connection and love beyond explanation. Recovery.