Mental Health

Bringing Her Home…..

The Day She Came Home

It was a typical morning, I got up, brushed my teeth, fed the dog, grabbed a coffee and my phone. I always check my messages to make sure everything is okay with the kids. Even though they are all grown adults over 25, I still worry, especially because one of my daughters has a severe drinking problem, so being away from her was difficult and I was always on edge of what was going to happen. When the bottom would hit and how awful would it be. No matter what we did, she just wouldn’t, couldn’t see that her drinking was a death sentence for her if she continued down this road. I know that road, mine wasn’t as dangerous as her’s has been though.

It was December 3rd 2022 when I saw a message from our son to call ASAP. My heart dropped, oh God, I thought, what’s happened?

My son asked if I was sitting down, and if my husband was still sleeping? I asked what was wrong, please just tell me. He then proceeded to tell me that our daughter and her friend took our car out and totaled it. She and her friend are fine, but she is at the police station being charged with multiple charges including a DUI.

OMG, oh no, no, no!!!!! I started to shake and feel like I was going to be sick. This cannot be happening.

So many things were running through my head. Is she okay, what the hell did she do, why, why, why? All these thoughts kept coming to my mind. She may be suicidal, putting myself in her shoes. I need to get a flight home. I need to be there. My husband will leave me. He’s probably had enough of us. My past with my drinking, before I got sober. The on going battle we’ve had for the last 11 years of our daughters drinking. He doesn’t have to put up with this, he’s not her biological father, he doesn’t have to do this any longer. She and her friend just wrote off his BMW. He’s going to leave us. I’m going to lose my daughter to addiction.

Those were the constant thoughts going through my head. I had nightmares for months. I was lost and did not know what to do or where to turn. Who can help us? Now I’m on the other end of addiction. I’m facing the battle that so many tried to help me with. How can I save her? Pray, Lots of prayers and determination.

That morning I was able to speak to her and she was still drunk and unreasonable as we all are in that state. We had her brother and boyfriend and best friend go to check on her to make sure she wouldn’t do anything to harm herself.

She ended up packing her bags and leaving. She ran, like I did, like we all do when we are faced to look at the damage we’ve done not only to ourselves but to other people, family, and friends. We can never face the damage, shame, or quilt, we face every morning after a bender or just a simple night. We stay in this bubble of guilt and shame. For some, we face it or we continue to destroy our lives and others around us.

Her brother gave up on her as well as her best friend, and yes we gave her the ultimatum to stop drinking or she’d be out of the family. We couldn’t do this anymore. We had to do something dramatic in hopes she would realize what she’s losing. Her family, her stepsisters who are closer than any blood sister, her friends, and possibly her life, everything that mattered.

She continued to drink and move from house to house. She had gone back to her toxic boyfriend because she had nowhere else to go and refused to give in and get sober. I would have endless talks with her trying to explain the road ahead if she continued.

Being away for the winter, I realized there was nothing I could do being at home that I couldn’t do from where I was. It was a realization that I had to come too that no matter what I said or did, NOTHING was going to work until she was ready to make the decision herself. I know that, but when you’re fighting for your loved one you try everything in your power to help until we cannot.

I had to disengage myself from my daughter. I had to turn away and shut off my feelings for my sobriety and mental health. She was killing me. My nerves, my mind was not shutting off. I had to walk away. I had to let her figure this out on her own and pray she made it out alive, and I had to take care of myself and my family.

It was the long weekend in July 2023 when my daughter commented, I love you mom, to one of my social stories. I told her I loved her too and left it at that. She is used to us, calling and asking where she is, how she is, etc but not now. She was missing that. No communication from her family was getting to her. Later that evening I started small talk, I asked her where she was and she told me somewhere in Orillia. She didn’t know the person she was staying with and had nowhere to go, she was scared. I asked her if she needed a ride somewhere and she said yes.

When I showed up at this person’s house she came out with her bag and the clothes on her back. No phone, no wallet, nothing but her. Her teeth were yellow and her face was broken out so bad, she was so unhealthy. That was okay, I had her now. I had a lot of decisions to make with what happened next. Remembering what my doctor told me that there was nothing I could do for her but waiting for her to come to terms with her addiction. Deep breathes and cool heads. I needed to stay calm.

We went to another place to retrieve her cell phone, which was a shabby old trailer in someones yard. She then told me her ex gave everything she owned to Value Village. We made our way over to his place to confirm that he actually did throw her things away, to find his father and him waiting in the driveway. She asked me to wait in the car while she spoke to them. I tried until I saw his father laughing and saying he took her things there himself. I couldn’t believe what they did. How could his family after 7 years do that to her. That’s when I lost it and got out of the vehicle and questioned why they would do that, I thought they loved her as a daughter. I also thought this is the consequence of her choices. Going back to a dangerously abusive toxic boyfriend.

I was livid now as we left their house. I pulled over and looked at her and said, “If you ever take one sip of fucking alcohol you are OUT of this family for good!!! Do you realize the state of your life?” Possibly another DUI, multiple charges along with that, a chance of going to jail, maybe never traveling to the US, a felony charge, so many things hung in the balance. Every ounce of me was fighting back tears and anger built up over the last 11 years and it was at the brim. The car was silent as we continued home.

We arrived home to see my husband and discuss what the next steps were. We had already discussed the options for her. There was no way she could go back to her bio father because he’s a severe alcoholic and his place is not safe. We decided to ask her if she was willing to be in rehab at home for a year. She would be under strict rules and no freedom to do as she pleases. If she was ready and willing to get sober then she could stay here in her home, her safe place. I would attend all of her court dates and we would get through. She is here and alive, we can deal with what happens. It’s been quite a time. Watching her come back to life, get her priorities straight again. She cut off all of the “friends” she thought she had, only to realize that they were going nowhere fast. Her boyfriend stayed with her and is an amazing man. They managed to work through all of the issues and he now sees the real person, the strongest, the sweetest person she is. A really good friend came and gave her clothes. Her and her brother have a great relationship now and her world is clearer.

I am so proud of my daughter and her strength and determination that I knew she had in her. She had to surrender and finally acknowledge the drink was more powerful and she had lost all control.

There was a lot of talk, tears, and shock from my end as to how bad she was into the addiction to not just alcohol but to coke and started dabbing into Xanax. She had been on a month bender with her ex and that’s when she said she finally saw she would die if she didn’t go home. She was scared and ready. We were scared and ready. I needed my baby girl home with me so I could mend her and bring her back to who she is. A beautiful, talented, funny, and caring woman.

In July of this year (2024) she hit her one year of sobriety. Man what a milestone! In that time one of her friends OD’d and passed away and a week later her ex OD’d and died. It hit her as well as us like a ton of bricks. They dated for 7 years, although not always toxic, they did have a good relationship at some point, but it really hit home for her she told me. It really scared her and made her realize just how much they were all playing with death. She made it out, I knew she would have been one of those taken from addiction if she didn’t give in to the disease of addiction.

I am so grateful and happy that I still have my daughter today but it kills me to see all of these young kids and adults getting involved with drugs and alcohol today. The access to these are so easy and freely available. How? How did we get here? What is it going to take to make these people realize that they are playing with death? It will happen to them, it will fall, one day, just when, is the question.

As a parent who knows what addiction is and what it can do to yourself, your family, friends etc, and being in my 15th year of sobriety I was clueless when it came to my own child. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. I consulted my family doctor for answers, I read stories, I You Tubed mothers of addicted children. I was lost just as much as my daughter was.

If you as a parent or friend find yourself in this struggle, do whatever you can to get them home to get them straight but don’t lose yourselves in the process. We must stay strong for when they do come home it won’t be easy or even work, but we must help! We as a society have to keep talking, keep sharing and be there for one another. Tough love is extremley difficult and hurts us just as much if not more than the person we are toughing it out with. It’s a double edge sword, damn if you do and damn if you don’t. Go with your heart, ask questions, ask for HELP.

I hope this has reached someone who needed it today. We are not alone in this battle. Reach out and never be ashamed to talk about it. Alcoholism and drug addiction is a real disease, we must fight until the end.

This is Being Me Sober

One Year Later

Mental Health

Diversity….

A lot has happened in 2 years.

Pandemic 2020, George Floyd, BLM movement, de-funding the police, and court hearings for shootings against people of color, and finally the grave sites that were discovered just outside of Saskatchewan that held over 1500 bodies of Native CHILDREN. Children who died because of what they represented and because of their heritage. I needed to do something. What could I possibly do for change to happen or atleast try to make a change? I’m just one person in a world that has so much devastation.

As I mentioned in my previous posts I discovered Art and painting. I painted a picture one day of a Flamingo and Bumblebee. As I walked by it, an idea, a story came to my mind. A story about a friendship. About a Flamingo and Bumblebee becoming friends. Being very different beings, they take a chance and learn about each other and out of that forms a very good friendship. This is how I can spread the word and maybe make a difference.

My thoughts are to direct this to children as we can help them learn, explore and accept different beings. Not dismiss, ignore or judge others because of their differences.

I hope you will join me in spreading this message to your children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, etc.

You can find my book here through the following sources: https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000214051206 – Copy and paste the links to your browser

ISBN: 978-1-03-913110-1, ISBN: 978-1-03-913111-8, ISBN: 978-1-03-913112-5

Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google Books, Kindle and all e-book channels.

Let’s educate our children and make a change!

This is

Being Me Sober

Mental Health

The terror behind the smile….

This picture my mom posted a few weeks ago. It was 2006, a day we set out to visit my Aunt, my mom’s sister, and my cousin.

We planned a great day. Leave early afternoon and spend the day downtown Toronto. Catching up after so many years of not seeing them.

I phoned my mom that morning. I couldn’t make the trip downtown. I just couldn’t go.

“What’s wrong?”, my mom asked. I said, “I just can’t go!” Crying and pleading with myself that she would just say okay we will make it another day.

Nope! Not my mom. She told me to take a shower, get pretty and come pick her up that we would have a great day.

I was pissed! I was angry! I was so hungover and upset because the night before was a disaster. A night of drinking turned to a night of rage and blackout. I begged myself to stop this madness. God, please help me.

I arrived at my moms, pretty as I could feel and full of smiles, saying I felt better. I was hurting and hiding inside. My nerves were on high, my eyes feeling like a sack of potatoes from crying, I was exhausted, and my anxiety was through the roof. How was I going to get through this day when I had no idea what I would go home too after this day was done. If I even had a home and boyfriend left to go home too.

My mom had no idea of the state of mind I had going on and what a mess I had turned into. Oblivious to the point I could not drink, that I am alcoholic. She never saw that side of me. She never saw the hurt, the past I carried and showed it’s face when I drank or the turmoil I was going through in my past marriage.

We pack our sorrows and troubles away and continue to wear the mask we always wear. The happy one, the fake happiness we display while dying inside to get us through and continue on with life.

I spent a long time wearing that mask. A long time hiding inside from the people that haven’t seen the side of rage and terror I acted out while in a blackout state of alcohol induced horror. Even I can not say what I did or said because I have no idea, I was blackout drunk. I have only heard a few things and I couldn’t stand to hear what I had been like. I wanted to comfort the hurting child in me, the wife who just wanted a functional happy family, the person who had been through some tough times, and hold her tight and let her know it will be okay. I couldn’t do that because I had so much hate for myself for acting this way. For being the person who was such a let down to others and herself.

Why is it so hard for us to give something up that hurts us so bad and keeps us stuck in the past? Addiction. What keeps us coming back to relive the pain and hurt we impose on ourselves and our families and most importantly, our children? Addiction.

We give what we think others need to see, to protect ourselves from the truth of addiction and for me, not wanting to speak of the past when sober or afraid to. We hide behind our smiles. We keep pretending that everything is okay. Until it isn’t.

When we come to the end of our journey with addiction from alcohol or drugs, or any sort of outlet we used to bury the truth and hurt, we may not feel like smiling or pretending everything is okay. We are sad, we are raw, and scared to deal with the emotions we kept hidden for so long. Once we come through on our path to healing, our smiles become true. True to ourselves and true to others. We shine a light that radiates through our soul.

It is a step that many of us struggle to take. Taking that first step is one of the scariest things I have done in my life but being able to smile with all the true happiness behind it is worth everything. Knowing that I am true to myself, my family and friends, and dealing with and letting go of the past without any mind altering substance brings the biggest smile of all!

This is Being Me Sober…

Mental Health

Can I say it has been awhile?

Hello fellow warriors! Yes, it has been awhile since I last wrote.

So, what’s happening? Other than, ugh, the whole world against Science, Government, friends, family. How did we get here? How are you coping with what’s happening around you every day? How are you spending your free time?

Myself, I’ve been creating, creating Art. Creating a soul reaching gratitude, and profoundly therapeutic hidden talent that I never knew existed in myself. I sat down one day, just a few months before this pandemic and, just started painting.

It was 2019 when I started to paint, and I wondered if this was just another random thing I seem to find myself indulging in at times and losing focus and excitement. But, here I am writing almost 2 years later, with a basement, aka – Studio, full of my creations, with every colour paint, every size canvas, ready to get at it.

It is a passion that has brought me so much joy. I now have 2 legitimate sales under my belt and hope to have more. I have a clothing line that I am playing with and a few other things on the go that I have to keep secret right now…to be continued. Although I never started painting to Sell or make it a business, but after friends and family started telling me to Sell my Art, I created KPZ Art this past summer.

I create because it makes me feel something so satisfying that I awake at 5am thinking of what I want to work on next. This passion and fire in my soul is something that I owe to my sobriety.

Every year of sobriety gives us something. You grow, you grow into the person you are here to be, the person you can be proud of! Let your greatness come alive. Whatever that may be. Just continue on your sobriety journey first and foremost, the rest will fall into place as it should.

My message to all of you who took the time to read or are new to my page, GROW!

Take chances, listen to your intuition, never think you don’t have it in you or you can’t do something. I am one of those people that said, “I have not one ounce of artistic ability!” Look at me now, I am not saying I am the next Picasso, but I didn’t give up when it didn’t turn out the way I wanted, I fixed it. I use to walk away from things, I never had patience. I didn’t have or want to give time to anything attitude.

The problem, I didn’t believe in myself!

Uncover the hidden that is within….KP

This is Being Me Sober