As parents, we are truly not alone when it comes to the suffering and pain that our children go through and how it affects us. This reblog shares those thoughts and how can we really find comfort during those difficult times.
When they’re rude, hurtful, disrespectful and downright hateful it’s hard not to. Suddenly, we’re the bad guy; the enemy.
Alcohol and drugs changed them.
Depression, bipolar, schizophrenia, anxiety disorders and other mental illnesses altered them.
Time in jail or prison made them different.
Trauma transformed them.
So much they’ve experienced has in a sense, taken our child from us. Before we know it, they’re no longer the person we once knew. The sweet, innocent, son or daughter we raised and have so many special memories of – where did they go? What happened? It’s baffling. Mystifying.
But they’re still our sons, our daughters. Underneath it all is a frightened, lost soul. Our precious child is still in there – somewhere.
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