Sometimes we get to see miracles.  The kinds of miracles you read about, but rarely see with your own eyes. 

But some days, without fanfare, a woman will come to a new awareness and her pain is transformed into a light bright enough to light the path of others.  One of these miracles happen this week.  

Terese was born addicted.  In group, she wept describing her mom who died from a heroin overdose.  Since she was born, she had longed for a mom who asked her about school; who cooked a meal, or braided her hair.   

Terese had none of these things.  Her mom had been an addict all her life.  Now she was dead.  There would be no better mother-daughter times ahead. 

In group, she spoke of the futility of her own life; the pain of being the daughter of a junkie.  But slowly, with the help of clinical care and a circle of sisters, she found a new story.   

Last week, Terese began sharing her story with young moms on the unit.  She talked with them about the pain of being an addict's daughter.  Of the damage done to her self-esteem, her sense of trust, her self-loathing because addiction robbed her of a mother.  She told them she always knew her mother loved drugs more than anything, or anyone.  She spoke of suicide attempts, and the chronic self-loathing that dogged her days and robbed her sleep at night.  

The moms listened.  They thanked her and said she inspired them to stay sober one more day.  

In group, Teresa said she had found a purpose for her pain.  "Maybe my life matters," she said.  "Maybe I can help keep a mom from turning her kids into me.  Maybe the pain of being an addicts daughter wasn't for nothing." 


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