Monday, October 28, 2013

What a difference a year makes

Well, here I didn't just neglect my blog...I totally ignored it!

At this point, I don't know if there's still anyone out there or not.  If you're reading  this, thank you for sticking around.

The title of this post really says it all.

When I last posted, my youngest daughter was in jail.  She was released six weeks later, on New Year's eve.  While in jail, she got clean, and we hoped that she would stay that way.

Didn't happen.

We had two or three weeks of "normal" family life until she started using again. She dumped her boyfriend, who was going to drug rehab, and immediately hooked up with another drug user.  When we found out, we had no choice but to kick her out of the house.  She moved in with the new guy, and three weeks later, announced that they were engaged and wanted to get married in August!  This guy has two kids, a near violent temper, was extremely possessive, bipolar and "heard voices", not to mention being an addict.  Obviously, we did NOT approve!  On top of this, she told me that she had been pregnant when she went to jail with the old boyfriend's baby and had a miscarriage.

The months between January and August...I don't know how else to describe other than she put us through hell.  That's not a word I use often, but that's what it was.  She and the "fiance" bummed around at various friends houses, and ended up living in a tent.  My husband and I were constantly arguing, as he cut off all communication with her and shut down emotionally where she was concerned.

Finally, in August, after many sessions of crying, swearing and screaming (and that was just me), I remember telling her that she had to go to rehab, because I just couldn't deal with all of this anymore.  She agreed.

Wow.

I still don't know all of the reasons she came to that decision.  All I know for sure is that she realized that she was disgusted with what she had become.

Long story short, we got her into treatment.  She completed rehab, and is living in a clean and sober house about 2 hours away from us.  She chose that location to make a clean break with her old life.  She has to drug test every week and be accountable.  She dumped her boyfriend (insert "Hallelujah Chorus" here) because he refused to get clean. 

Most importantly, she's finding her way back to God.

Yes, I know that this could change in a moment.  But right now, I can go to sleep and not wonder where she is and if she's safe.  I don't have to worry everyday that I'm going to get a phone call from the police or the hospital.  You have no idea how good that feels.

For those of you who prayed, I thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul.  We're seeing answers now.