You sound like you are carefully thinking things through. I hope for the best for your grandson, and for you.

I love that guy so much.

Over the last six days I have been reminiscing about all of the shenanigans we got into when he was younger and spent a lot of time with me. His dad scolded me more than once, but we had a great time. He has such a great personality and was always up for an adventure.

Get the address and send him a snail mail and tell him what you're telling us here. That you love him, but know that he has to work this out for himself... but here are some of the memories that you have been recalling and you think he will enjoy recalling them as well.

And maybe some cards... those "thinking of you" kind of cards... It might be nice for him to look forward to the mail.

That's just what I would do.

I'll see if I can get the name of the place from my son today.

It's in Denver, a hundred miles away, so I imagine there are a ton of sober living houses there.

She gave me the address, this place was in Florida and we're in New York, so I sent her cards regularly hoping to encourage her and to keep her spirits up. She said that she looked forward to them and those she met there wished that they were getting cards from home, too.

.... spitting out snide remarks is all one needs to survive and thrive in trDump Cult AmeriKKKa.



Hope your grandson wins the battle of chemical addiction and finds long-term recovery.

That he wants to get better is, to me, the most important thing

Some kind words here and there can make a big difference.

But I can at least send him some "I love you" texts.

When I stopped drinking, I stopped having seizures. It all starts with a little voice in your head that says, "I need a drink." That little voice arises in response to something unpleasant physical or mental, sometimes bordom. And an inability or unwillingness to stay present while whatever is unpleasant sticks around.

I stopped drinking about 10 years ago. Getting drunk doesn't interest me at all now, and neither do drugs. I practice Buddhist meditation now, and have read quite a bit about Buddhist psychology and how the mind works. Keep reminding your loved one that everything starts with mind. When that little voice starts droning on about how he needs a drink, he needs to tell himself, "No I don't. Don't go there." Feelings and thoughts are impermanent, like clouds in the clear blue sky. Tell him that he can choose to resist that little voice.

My grandson OD'd on Fentanyl, apparently three times from when he got kicked out of the sober living house for being high.

My daughter hasn't had a drink in over 3 years. I don't think she'll ever recover from some of the things it did to her body. She's still afraid of getting triggered and won't be around anyone who's drinking.

group home/halfway house, eventually managed it. There, there were places near by to work, like car washes or fast food places, put $ in their pockets for day-to-day expenses. Also, the food bank was nearby and provided all kinds of food and meat at very low prices for these residents. Might be something to look into so you don't worry so much, but I understand. I hope he continues to go to meetings; they put things in perspective.
Addiction sucks, but on an upbeat note, my bf has been sober for 5+ years. Thank gawd, and positive thoughts going out to your grandson.

I'm a worrier by nature. I know that my son will never turn his back on his son, so I'm just the "extra" worrier.

My grandson definitely wanted to go back to the same place that he was. He was clean for 102 days when he slipped. It was a setback, but sometimes setbacks are part of the path forward.

I feel the same about hope.