My granddaughter is a heroin addict. Uses meth too. She is 23. For the last four years we seldom know where she is. Her mom has bought her phones to use and they’ve either been stolen or she lost or broke them. She is bipolar. There has been so much heartache because of the lies she’s told and the things she stole from her family. Her sister can’t stand her. Her little brother adores her when he’s seen her. She can’t be in her parents house because she can’t take the chance of her ODing and a sibling finding her. She stole her mother’s wedding rings. Her sisters camera and her dad’s gun. All for drugs.
We’ve all tried to help. I bought her a car. I had to take it back when she took off for Ohio. I paid her way to get home in a bus. Mostly she’s prostitutes herself to get money for a room and drugs. She has no upper teeth. They’ve all broken at the gum line. She’s been beaten up so many times that she’s proud of it. This breaks my heart and her mother’s heart. The rest of the family are just done with her. Everytime we’ve gotten her into a rehab she gets mad and leaves after a week or ten days. She can’t fit in anywhere. The drugs call is too loud. Our love means so little compared to the drugs. We fully expect that phone call telling us she’s dead. We don’t know how to get thru to her. She has to want a normal life. She’s lost everything she had. Every piece of clothing has been stolen.
Now we think she is in Las Vegas but we don’t know. We just don’t know.
-Anonymous (Linda), Retired