It has been just over a year since I found my youngest son nearly dead from an overdose - a year later, he lives on his own and has a job.  He still asks for help now and then, but after over a decade of hospitals, therapists, residential treatment, outpatient treatment, he now has the resources to find help if he needs it.  Letting him go - pushing him out to stand on his own two feet was one of the hardest decisions to follow through with.  I had been told to do so many times and it was only at the end of last year that I felt he'd survive - learn to flourish and be in charge of his own destiny.

I am grateful.