The Relapse of the Family Dream

Dear Delyara, We thought we had won. Our daughter was out of rehab, she was working, and the 'Storm' seemed over. Then, the 'Fire' returned—a relapse that felt like a death in the family. The 'Grind' of starting over from zero, the police calls, the broken promises... it’s a reality that breaks most people. We had to go to the 'Crossroads' of 'Enabling' versus 'Loving.' We had to tell her she couldn't live with us until she was clean. It was a storm of tears and screaming. But our Victoria came a year later when she walked herself into a meeting and stayed there. The victory was realizing that we couldn't save her, but we could stop drowning with her. She found her own light because we stopped being her shadow.