This has touched me at the core of my heart. I don't see my daughter. I see a lost soul. She sees me cry and tells me, don't mom. She doesn't blame me for her drug use. She doesn't dress like she used too. She doesn't pick her face. I have tried to convince her to get help. She's not ready. I have to plan funeral arrangements and wait for that phone call. There aren't enough centers for rehabilitation here in Cleveland. I can't take my daughter and get her help. She has to go voluntarily. I have reached out to so many talk shows and none have called me back. I have sent family and friends to help her when I was living in another state. I pray everyday that she gets help. I tell her I love her, hug , clothe her. I tell that she knows what she needs to know. My oldest daughter and I cry after we spend time with her because we don't know if it will be the last time we see her. Why because these states don't allow us to save our children by admitting them to a treatment facility.
If you have a loved one who has just started hurry and get them help before it's too late. If you have the income, the means, the stability for a loved one then get them help.
My daughter Ashley is 30 years old. Her addiction is heroin. My daughter has a beautiful heart. She has suffered so much in life. Her many losses of loved ones to murder, suicide and not being able to conceive. Her diabetes and epilepsy. She looks towards men with money to support her addiction. She doesn't pick her face or injects herself in arms. She goes to mobile spots that provide the needles, condoms and Narcan. She isn't the same person.