Over 20 years ago I was dealing with my son's heroin addiction and the ripples of discord and dysfunction through out my entire family. I truly believed I would never escape the pain and believed my son would die. My therapist encouraged me to go to grad school to follow my dream of becoming a therapist. With much fear I proceeded and eventually became a clinicalsocial worker helping others in cultivating self awareness and resilience. My son eventually recovered and is now a director in an international private school.
On Aug 10, 2021RR wrote :
Thank you so much for this.
I have a similar problem with my son and seeing your message gives me hope. The poem is a very powerful metaphor of the best way to approach life.
To not dwell on regrets, but to keep looking ahead with courage and resilience.
On Sep 2, 2021megha butte wrote :
so happy for you and your son .
On Oct 25, 2021Lucy wrote :
What a great story! Thank you for sharing it. I hope many people will read it and find consolation and encouragement from it! I can only imagine what enormous strength, faith, hope and determination both you and your son would have found through this journey...You rivers have surely yielded to the Ocean, and yet, there will always be more of the Ocean's power and possibilities to disover and draw on!