Greetings Alumni and Family Members!
Once again we had another successful Annual Alumni Picnic, thanks to all of you. It is always such a blessing to see people that I have not seen in months, and sometimes even years, dancing, laughing and sharing with one another their journey in this new found life of recovery. The amount of joy I get to see in the eyes of once-broken souls is by far the most amazing gift in my life.
I recently went home to Seattle to visit my sister who continues to fight for her life; she unfortunately has a progressive case of cancer. I was also able to see my beautiful son and nephew for Mother’s Day. It was a bittersweet visit this time around; last August when I had gone home to visit my sister in the hospital, was the first I had seen my family in years. This time, sorry to say, I saw my son and nephew in their addiction, with no regards to anyone, not even realizing the impact it may have on those around them. It’s still hard to see after all these years; the sadness in their eyes and the substance induced smiles are enough to break a mother’s heart. Thank God that I know through a program of recovery that they are in God’s hands, and that there is nothing I can do to change the path they are on, except to love them unconditionally and lead by example.
Twenty years ago when I was in my addiction and leaving Seattle, my family had not yet been engulfed in the disease of addiction. I seemed to be the only one, and moved as far away from them as I could, because I never wanted them or anyone that knew me to see the depth my disease had taken me. But now that I am sober, this disease has infested my family from every angle. It is so strange to see those that I hid my insanity from, entangled in their own lies and misery. Blind to the fact that they are chasing a lie that tells them, this is the way to live. Missing out on the last days with my beloved sister - their mother and aunt - they use in front of her.
As I boarded the plane back home, I closed my eyes and was overwhelmed with a sense of sorrow, for I know the pain they are attempting to cover up; I know the emptiness this disease brings to all who suffer. I closed my eyes and envisioned my son in the palm of God’s hands, and said a prayer.
“God, let my family see that you are there. Let them know you in such a way that the obsession and lies of this disease fall to the wayside, and allow them the brokenness to be healed through the willingness of action through your love. Amen”
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Thank you all for being a part of The Watershed Alumni Department!