I'm 1 in 4. If I were in a room with my sister, my son, and my daughter, I would be the only one who doesn't struggle with addiction.
I lost my sister to suicide four years ago after she struggled with depression and addiction all of her life. She was the mother of my two beautiful nieces, a grandmother, and her first great grandson was born just a couple weeks after she died. The hole that she left in our family can't be filled.
My son was the golden child that had everything going for him: looks, great personality, a great job, wife, house.... And his addiction to heroin lead to a downward spiral that has cost him everything and has landed him in jail.
My daughter is the mother of three beautiful children. She is the kind of person that steals the show when she walks into a room. She's extremely headstrong, funny and outgoing, and she too struggles with depression and addiction.
People ask me all the time how do I manage to go on. I do it by sharing my story with others that may be going through the same thing. Addiction is a very lonely disease, both for the addict and for the love ones of addicts. Every time I share my story I become more connected with someone else that is struggling as well. Addiction is the dirty little secret that nobody wants to talk about. It's time to stop the silence and end the stigma.