How far we have come to only slide back

Three years ago this month, Lindsey applied for a spot in the Medical Secretary Program. This month it all came crashing down. And with that, I cannot write anymore right now through the tears.

It's My Birthday Tomorrow

As I sit outside enjoying my cup of coffee, I can't help reflecting on the past few birthdays I have had, whom I celebrated with, what we did, etc. But, one of my most memorable birthdays was not spent with my family blowing out birthday candles. It was spent sitting in a treatment center completing Family Week so Lindsey could come home from treatment. Although a gut-wrenching three days, I was so happy that she would be coming home and would be sober. Even after they shared the grim statistics on success of a first round of treatment, I thought, Lindsey will be fine. Little did I know. Fast forward from 2007 to now. What a difference a few years, a bright mind, and the want to change can do. If you saw Lindsey now, you would never know she was that same person who was hitting rock bottom so few years ago. Today she is going to college at Cardinal Stritch University and is working on projects that include starting her own business. She applied and of 327 applicants was accepted into the Mayo Medical Secretary Program. Upon the successful completion of her test next week, she will be gainfully employed at Mayo Clinic in Rochester. The pride we feel and the changes she has made are monumental. Of course, she has moments of anxiety, frustration, and anger, but who doesn't? The point is, she looked into the crytsal ball and didn't want to be the person she saw. I am so proud, and I am so happy that I will be celebrating another birthday tomorrow with her in my life.

It only takes time

In October, on a whim, Lindsey applied for a position in the Medical Secretary Program for Mayo Clinic.

In November, she aced two typing tests.

In December, she had a behavioral interview.

In January, she was offered a job with Mayo Clinic. And, in order to be offered the job, she had to pass the drug test.

As a mother of an addict, nothing brings more tears to your eyes than a letter that shows a negative result on the drug screen.

I am so incredibly proud of my Lindsey and how far she has come in 4 years. Time, perseverance and want is what it took for her. She did it on her own.

New year, new Lindsey

Funny how I pulled this up after an entire year has gone by. A much needed update is necessary and will follow shortly.

It's March

We have seen little of Lindsey over the last few months, and when we do, it's very superficial. Her little brother Sam was born on March 25, and she did come up to the hospital to visit us. She looked good, and she had good spirits.

She is living with another boy - the way she goes through boys amazes me. And, they break her heart day in and day out. She called the other night needing a friend, but I just can't be that friend to her right now. That just breaks my heart.

We had Sam baptized on Easter, and she came out then too. She spent the whole day there and was very good. She, again, looks good. We sat and went through my make up and I gave her quite a bit.

Tomorrow I am picking her up to help her look for jobs. Where she lives now is not much more than a garden shed.

My heart and my prayers go out to her every day. When she held my hand in church, I just stood and cried.

Please help her wake up, God.

The Phone. . .

We got the phone bill this week and there were many, many dollars worth of charges on a phone that is sitting dead in our kitchen drawer. . . or so we thought.

Matt did a little investigative work. Still, I am so blind to her tactics and her ways of trickery. She put her own dead phone in our drawer and took ours - we didn't know - they looked the same. So, for about three weeks, she has been texting, using the internet, etc., on a cell phone we thought was dead. How stupid do we look calling the phone company and disputing the charges.

Matt is the one who put two and two together. I guess it's time for me to fully wake up and stop hoping she will change her ways. I definitely now will need to "see it to believe it" whatever "it" is.

January

Might as well fill in the blanks for January. . . back to heart ache. My grandma passed away on Tuesday, January 5th. I found Lindsey through various numbers I knew to text, and she called me right away. She did feel badly and wanted to be with the family during this time.

She went with me to the wake on Friday night, and on the way over, I was so brutally honest with her to the point that I probably hurt her feelings. So, of course, in true Lindsey fashion, hearing something she doesn't like set her off. So, the entire wake she sat in the back and didn't talk to anyone. Again, something that was not about her was made into something about her.

She didn't show up for the funeral. I was so sick the day of the funeral that I couldn't get out of bed unless I had help from Matt. That was one of the hardest calls I have had to make - telling my mom I couldn't come to her mother's funeral. We did get Haley there, and she participated and represented our family well.

So, as it has been for the last year, Lindsey floats around, looks like hell, hasn't found a job, can't pay the bills she does have and occasionally comes for a visit.

What breaks my heart is this - her sister and brother adore her, they worship the ground she walks on. If Lindsey eats, then Will eats. When Lindsey does something, he is right behind her. If she's around, he is by her side every second. Little do they know. . . but they have seen the disrespect, the name calling, the belligerence and how she has treated me. Where do I draw the line? How do I tell little kids and big kids alike they can't be involved with each other? Does she know what she's doing to the people who love her the most and who are willing to help her in every way possible? None of that matters - it's still all about her.

For those of you who don't know what it's like to have to hide money and belongings when your own kids visit you - be thankful. And, if you don't know what it's like to go to bed at night wondering if your own daughter will go off the deep end and hurt someone in the house - be thankful.

It sucks this life of being a mother to an addict. Vicious, vicious cycle.