Oh. No.

I was running 100 mph in circles over my son's addiction, and these words dropped down in front of me like a concrete wall falling from the sky. They stopped me in my tracks. Head on collision.

Tablets of stone.

Truth in every word.

Oh. No.

These words burn my skin.

Oh. No.

I'm so so sorry, dear beautiful smart light-of-the-world daughter.

I'm so so sorry.

Life is a series of new beginnings. We will begin again.

I see you now.