As of October 2015:
I am a 67 year old mother and retired professional who discovered in July 2009, that my beautiful, talented, intelligent, college-educated daughter, Hayley, was a heroin addict. How did this happen? The shock and reality of it was overwhelming. I started this blog to connect with other parents of heroin addicts, share my fears, anxieties, frustrations, and feelings of hopelessness, and most importantly, learn more about the disease of addiction that seems to be at epidemic levels in our country.
My physician husband (Brad) and I divorced in 2000 after almost 27 years of marriage. I have a B.S. in Microbiology/Public Health plus one year of graduate work and research at Stanford University. I chose to be a “stay-at-home” mom, but have always been done a lot of volunteer community work as well as part time work as an educational/gender equity consultant in math and science, women’s history, and Title IX monitoring for our public school district.
I exercise every day and try to “mix things up” with a variety of different workouts – run with my 89 lb golden retriever, bike, ski, do Pilates or yoga, swim laps, or play tennis. I also love to knit, and find the repetitive motion soothing and meditative.
My dad died in 2008 at age 94, and my mom in 2013 at age 96. Sadly, I love and appreciate them more now than when they were alive, something I deeply regret.
In the last 10 years or so, I’ve turned to writing as a cathartic form of therapy/self-reflection – poetry, essays, newspaper editorials, travel journals, and this blog.
My life is very full with good friends, interesting activities, projects and . . . a daughter who is (was!) a heroin addict.
Update: As of May 8, 2010, my daughter has been in full recovery from her addiction(s). She is currently working at the all-women’s long-term treatment facility in southern California where she was a patient over 5 years ago. She is doing amazingly well, and has embraced her sobriety and the 12 step program. It’s a miracle. For well over a year, I had very little contact with Hayley, wasn’t ever sure of where she was living, and had very little hope that I would ever see her alive again, let alone thriving in recovery. My daughter sank so low and was stuck in such a deep, dark hole of addiction, recovery seemed impossible. But then, a miracle happened. I hope you find some comfort, compassion, and useful information here – and come to believe that as long as your addict is alive, there is hope.