I thought it was my hell; but as a mom, I soon found out it was her's. It started slowly, but gained momentum quickly. I, like her, was met with varying opinions and attitudes. Her because she was an addict, me because I loved her. People had numerous ways I should "deal" with her, if only they actually knew. She is better... over a year sober... shes lucky, I'm lucky. I still hold my breath every day. I continuously remind everyone...." there but by the grace of God, go I". We will never stop telling our story..if only to help one! Dee and Rachel.