Just recalling the first time I ran across a Git named Darin.
I was a broken mom, for sure. No matter how many people told
me It wasn't my fault, she'd make it through, hang in there..etc..etc...
deep down I felt defeated, depleted, and destined to die a slow death.
Then came the words of a recovering addict. I can't tell you all that
he told me that day, but what I remember was a feeling of Hope. Here
was this "kid" that had driven his own mum to the brink telling me that
it wasn't my burden....and that he loved his mom even though she had
to walk away for a time. I don't know why that gave me strength, but it
did. Somehow I knew his words were the same ones my daughter would
speak if she were only capable..and that's all I needed. The best part though
is once I walked away and once my little girl found her own strength, it was
this same GIT that took the time to mentor her. He had walked in her shoes,
and she trusted his wisdom. 18 months later, it is important to my child
that this man, Darin, knows that she is clean and sober..a man she's never
met face to face, a man she only knows through this site, a man we both so
desperately needed for two completely different reasons. thank you, Git, for your insight, your willingness to reach out, your humor, and your attempts to put some soul into this ivory girl. luv corrinne
Dear Darin,
Your mom sure did a good job of teaching you how to love and how to help people! And YOU were a good learner. You are always there ready to say the words we desperately need to hear. And Corrinne is so right when she says that your recovery gave us hope (when we were completely out of it!) for our children that they could overcome this horrible drug too. You also gave us the reassurance that our once loving, caring, hard-working children would in fact return once that horrible drug was out of their systems. Sometimes it was so hard to believe that when we witnessed just how evil they had become with the drug. Thank you for being there to lift our spirits out of the depths of despair. I KNOW that Jenny Mae is so very proud of you and so are we. I pray for you to have strength to continue your recovery for the rest of your life so that you can have the joy, the peace, the love, and the serenity you so deserve!
I hope some day that our friend Corrinne makes it over here to the east coast and then we can all try to meet. That would be wonderful!
Love and a {{{{{{{{{{BIG HUG}}}}}}}}}},
Susan
Your mom sure did a good job of teaching you how to love and how to help people! And YOU were a good learner. You are always there ready to say the words we desperately need to hear. And Corrinne is so right when she says that your recovery gave us hope (when we were completely out of it!) for our children that they could overcome this horrible drug too. You also gave us the reassurance that our once loving, caring, hard-working children would in fact return once that horrible drug was out of their systems. Sometimes it was so hard to believe that when we witnessed just how evil they had become with the drug. Thank you for being there to lift our spirits out of the depths of despair. I KNOW that Jenny Mae is so very proud of you and so are we. I pray for you to have strength to continue your recovery for the rest of your life so that you can have the joy, the peace, the love, and the serenity you so deserve!
I hope some day that our friend Corrinne makes it over here to the east coast and then we can all try to meet. That would be wonderful!
Love and a {{{{{{{{{{BIG HUG}}}}}}}}}},
Susan
My dear Gitness...i cant say much more that the two wonderful ladies havnt,just that by corresponding with you has been a pleasure&keep the wacky intel stuff comin.Always a friend..take it eze M.bro....Davey
Corrinne,
I wondered time and time again how you would retaliate and BOY did you go low by going striaght for the heart:_)! I can remember that morning(first coming upon this site) well.......reading all the pain that you mother's were feeling, the questions that were killing you, the answers that made it worse, the constant wonder if under all the pain did the child you gave birth to still exist, that battle of the shoulder's....the left telling you to walk away, the right saying stay at all costs brought a flood of memories of what I took my mother through....the times when she would block the door's to prevent me from going for drugs, her falling to her knee's begging me to change, me telling her "mom just one more time....can I PLEASE have...., all the lies, all the frauds, all the shame and game....all the pain hit me that morning HARD. I cried so much I felt like the wind had been kicked out of me. As I saw the words I heard her voice which made it so much more harder after just losing her to cancer not 3 months prior to finding this site. From that day on I just began to type from my pain.......I was angry, bitter, sad, hopeful, and torn and I know it showed in my words....at times....I was working through so much and running so fast at the same time. Even while being off heroin for some time I was still in a "using state of mind". Yet through all that pain and daily life lessons(good and bad) a thought came to me to try to help in some way. Through the pain of loss I gained a chance to grieve and allow that grief to manifest into help. I see that smile Britt has today and it tells a true story....it tells of a mother that never gave up even after watching from the bleecher's. It show's a mother that held out solid hope that through her own personal pain her young one felt every heartache and tear. It shows a young lady that on a daily basis shed's the pain of her past that gives way to her untold yet bright future. In her smile I see relief and in her words a read freedom. If you ever wonder were she got the strength from....go look in the mirror. Every angry word , tear, every hang up has led to this very moment and I trust it was worth the pain to get her back. No need to thank me....it is I who have to thank you for....well......HA everything! The smiles, the fluids spitting laughter, the cyber tissues and hugs help me on daily basis. If I helped in any way it is because I had the love of a mother that saw me through it all and I think in some ay before she left me I got to give her 1/8th of what she gave me....thank yo and every parent here that served as a vessel for healing!
Then there is Susan who through all that she deals with daily manages to care on the front lines for everyone with her kind and caring words and comforting prayers. Thank you Sue for your balance and presense!
My INTEL brother from cross the pond.....Davey thanks dude! Thanks for the kind words.......PEACE bro....and PS.....the postman swimming your way starting tomorrow!
You all are the greatest! THANK YOU!
BEST wishes,
The Git
I wondered time and time again how you would retaliate and BOY did you go low by going striaght for the heart:_)! I can remember that morning(first coming upon this site) well.......reading all the pain that you mother's were feeling, the questions that were killing you, the answers that made it worse, the constant wonder if under all the pain did the child you gave birth to still exist, that battle of the shoulder's....the left telling you to walk away, the right saying stay at all costs brought a flood of memories of what I took my mother through....the times when she would block the door's to prevent me from going for drugs, her falling to her knee's begging me to change, me telling her "mom just one more time....can I PLEASE have...., all the lies, all the frauds, all the shame and game....all the pain hit me that morning HARD. I cried so much I felt like the wind had been kicked out of me. As I saw the words I heard her voice which made it so much more harder after just losing her to cancer not 3 months prior to finding this site. From that day on I just began to type from my pain.......I was angry, bitter, sad, hopeful, and torn and I know it showed in my words....at times....I was working through so much and running so fast at the same time. Even while being off heroin for some time I was still in a "using state of mind". Yet through all that pain and daily life lessons(good and bad) a thought came to me to try to help in some way. Through the pain of loss I gained a chance to grieve and allow that grief to manifest into help. I see that smile Britt has today and it tells a true story....it tells of a mother that never gave up even after watching from the bleecher's. It show's a mother that held out solid hope that through her own personal pain her young one felt every heartache and tear. It shows a young lady that on a daily basis shed's the pain of her past that gives way to her untold yet bright future. In her smile I see relief and in her words a read freedom. If you ever wonder were she got the strength from....go look in the mirror. Every angry word , tear, every hang up has led to this very moment and I trust it was worth the pain to get her back. No need to thank me....it is I who have to thank you for....well......HA everything! The smiles, the fluids spitting laughter, the cyber tissues and hugs help me on daily basis. If I helped in any way it is because I had the love of a mother that saw me through it all and I think in some ay before she left me I got to give her 1/8th of what she gave me....thank yo and every parent here that served as a vessel for healing!
Then there is Susan who through all that she deals with daily manages to care on the front lines for everyone with her kind and caring words and comforting prayers. Thank you Sue for your balance and presense!
My INTEL brother from cross the pond.....Davey thanks dude! Thanks for the kind words.......PEACE bro....and PS.....the postman swimming your way starting tomorrow!
You all are the greatest! THANK YOU!
BEST wishes,
The Git
