I wrote a post awhile back about giving up. I had just heard the Jason Mraz song "I won't give up" and it made me think real hard about all of the energy I had vested in my two, raising them, loving them, then the turmoil of their downfall with drugs and how much that had just infected me. It was as if I was synchronistically going down the rabbit hole with them. Giving up sounded like abandonment, like losing hope, so I changed it to giving in. I know, its just words. I do believe that thoughts and words have power.
So I pondered on the whole idea of acceptance, which is a hard concept in of itself. Who can accept that their beloved adult child is a drug addict? That their lives are so fraught with drama and chaos? Actually the more I said "This is not them" and thought of them as children, all of those memories of raising them, the more I thought it was my duty to "rescue" them.
When I gave in to the reality that this is them, on drugs, choosing as they do and reaping the consequences of those choices, I was able to separate myself slowly from the desire to try to change what I had and have absolutely no control over. I don't like their choices and the resulting homelessness, but I know I am not going to fix any of that. I haven't given up on the hope that one day, they may see the light and find their potential, but I have given in to the fact that they will choose as they do, no matter what I say, or do.
It has given me a different perspective and helped me to switch focus to what I can control, my reaction to their dilemma. Like anything else, it takes work and training to not slip backwards into being so caught up in their circumstances and the complete waste of time and life. There are times when sadness washes over me, but I find that prayer helps tremendously. I love them. I wish the best for them. But, they must decide what road they will walk on. I can't protect them from their choices. They will learn, or not.
This is all so hard to witness. Please make sure to be kind to yourself and take care of you.I think that is the best thing we can do for our wayward adult kids, model the self care we wish they would practice.
It is okay to be done with all of the shenanigans. It is so unhealthy and stressful. I looked up and said "Lord, I give my two back to you, please watch over and take care of them, it is too much for me to handle." It is part of my daily prayers. This has given me much relief. If you have faith, go there. If not, (no judgement everyone has their own beliefs), but finding something to focus on, to bring you peace of mind, outside of what is going on with your son, is so important.
You have value and worth, you matter.
(((Hugs)))
Leafy