"The good news is I don't Ebola"

"The good news is I don't have Ebola - the bad news is i'm back on the crack" is never a sentence you want to hear from your mum while sat on your driveway of your new house. It had been a stressful week of moving house and crochet Fashion Week commissions. They say divorce and moving house are the most stressful things in life but I know I would have rather had a shotgun wedding and divorce whilst having my house burnt to the ground and my arms torn off with rusty saw rather than hear my mum choke over the words "I've relapsed"

It's been a kooky couple of years to say the least. My dearest mum has been an addict in some form before she even hit puberty. "A full blown smack-head since I was 23" and the chances of her still being alive are slimmer than  winning the Euro millions 6 times in a row. A high functioning "smack-head" for most of it holding down jobs and degrees. I have faint memories of when the functioning ceased and merely existing became the norm.......

Anyway I just found this post in drafts while logging in to this blog for the first time in a over a year. I cant remember what I would have written but it brings back the flooding memories of despair and utter devastation at the news. I remember thinking I would rather you were dead than back on the drugs... So harsh but so true. Anyway I have learnt in life that you never hold your breathe with someone who has got the disease of addiction but it is with my great pleasure we celebrated one year clean and sober for my Mum last week. How great is that.