My mother died at age 52 from opioid addiction. I was 26 years old. I was more relieved than anything. I till am. I didn’t cry. I still haven’t. I don’t feel I experienced a loss. I did feel sorry for her and her misery. When I catch myself acting out habits I had witnessed her to have I immediately correct myself. I don’t use drugs and when I do actually take pain medication I weigh my pain level on a scale of how humane what I’m feeling is.
Thank you for sharing your story. I always feel torn when it comes to substance abusers and people who experience mental illness. If they treat others horrifically it’s typical for us to give them a free pass like, Oh. They can’t help it. As awful as I may appear for saying it I call bullshit. I experience mental illness and when I’m in a manic episode the anger and rage consume me. That’s why I’ve always sought help, because I don’t deserve nor do others deserve having it taken out on us.