I was the quintessential PTA mom, the one who organized carpooling, led the local Girl Scout troop, and prioritized family dinners at our dining table. We instilled good manners in our kids and cherished our family vacations. My husband and I were fortunate to have stable careers. Our daughter, Emily, was a bright honor roll student, actively volunteered at community events, and thrived in sports.
Then everything changed.
Growing up, my perception of a drug addict was tainted by stereotypes. I imagined them as people living on the fringes of society—criminals or the classic free-spirited hippies from decades past, often coming from troubled backgrounds. I never thought my daughter could be one of them.
Looking back, I feel immense shame for those narrow-minded views. I had little real-life exposure to addiction; my understanding was shaped by media portrayals. We lived in a suburban bubble where I believed such issues were nonexistent.
How wrong I was.
Addiction can wear many faces. It could be the star athlete who, after an injury, becomes reliant on painkillers prescribed by a doctor. It could be the neighbor you see every day, driving to the pharmacy for another prescription refill, despite having just received a fresh supply. It could also be the babysitter who, instead of drinking at a party, chooses to take pills, thinking she’s being responsible. It’s the veteran battling PTSD while grappling with substance dependence. It’s the corporate professional prescribed anti-anxiety medication to cope with job stress. And it’s the elderly individual recovering from surgery who unknowingly becomes reliant on narcotics.
And yes, it’s my daughter.
This crisis touches all of us—our homes, neighborhoods, and schools. No one is immune, regardless of social class, race, age, or profession. If you think it could never happen to you or those close to you, look again. It’s likely happening right under your nose. Many individuals struggling with addiction isolate themselves out of fear and shame, making it harder for them to seek help.
We must cultivate compassion.
Just recently, while walking to my car, I noticed a man hunched over on the sidewalk. Instead of walking past, I sat next to him and struck up a conversation. After an hour of sharing stories, I learned he was a Marine who had been injured in combat. He became addicted to painkillers and felt trapped, wanting to escape but unsure how. He vowed he would never resort to heroin, thinking it was the path of “junkies.” Yet, as his prescriptions became unaffordable and withdrawal symptoms struck, he turned to heroin, seeking to feel normal again. My heart broke for him. I offered my card, inviting him to reach out when he was ready for help. To my surprise, he called just two days later. He’s currently in a six-month recovery program, reclaiming hope for his life.
As a community, we need to unite. These individuals are not just “junkies” on street corners; they are our friends, neighbors, family members—people who have fought for our freedom and our future.
Please approach those in need without judgment. The next time you encounter someone struggling, don’t turn away. Instead, extend a hand. It could be someone like my daughter, lost in addiction and yearning for support.
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Summary
This article shares the personal journey of a mother, Lisa, whose daughter Emily fell into addiction, challenging preconceived notions about who can suffer from substance abuse. It emphasizes the importance of compassion and understanding, urging readers to look beyond stereotypes and support those in need.