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I wanted out so badly but I had no one to turn to. I had no support. I was arrested and incarcerated for 62 days. I made a conscious Kids Be Kind Tee Be Humble Casual Top Be Respectful T Shirt that I would use this time as a forced rehabilitation sentence. I cried so deep for days and then when the emotional fog lifted I could feel again! I felt alive and healthy. I felt invincible. I was going to remain sober and get my life back, my children and my family’s love and trust. I was determined to prove to my mom and to myself that I could stay sober forever! I did too! I am going on my 13th year of sobriety ! My kids have been through some tough times. We work on our relationship daily and they are slowly learning to forgive me. My mom and I are now so close. I understand why everyone refused to communicate with me. In the end it helped me fight to get better. I feel ,if I could have heard that I was loved during the horror of my addiction, it could have helped me. I struggled even to remember I was even human. I always make a point to acknowledge addicts. They need love and reassurance, they are people, they matter, they are still in there, fighting to be set free! A kind gesture and an encouraging comment could be the one thing that sets them on their own path to recovery.

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I am the child that my parents couldn’t forgive and completely gave up on. 15 yrs ago I succumbed to a lifetime of dabbling in drugs to full time addict. It happened over night it seemed. All of a  Kids Be Kind Tee Be Humble Casual Top Be Respectful T Shirt   I was so far gone I couldn’t hold a job, pay my bills or unfortunetly adequately care for my children. My mother was very proactive in her attempt to sober me up. My sister and her would show up at drug houses and try to get me to leave. I couldn’t pull myself away. Eventually my family quit trying to help and chose the tough love method. Literally ! I had 0 contact with anyone I knew and loved. I got so far gone that I became homeless. Many nights I spent sitting outside in anguish, over how I had let my life get to this point. I would wish so deeply that my family would try and find me. No one cared anymore what had happened to me. Christmas came and went 3 times , no family , no end in sight it seemed, for my self induced misery. Any moment of sobriety would send me into hysterical crying thinking about my poor boys, who I abandoned for drugs.