Here's a note to the parents of addicted children: Choose your music carefully...There are millions of treacherous moments.

Wherever you be, wherever you may, seek the truth, strive for the beautiful, achieve the good.

I am becoming used to an overwhelming, grinding mixture of anger and worry.

Why does it help to read others' stories? It is not only that misery loves company, because (I learned) misery is too self-absorbed to want much company. Others' experiences did help with my emotional struggle.

How can both Nics, the loving and considerate and generous one, and the self-obsessed and self-destructive one, be the same person?

Openness is the first step toward recovery... addiction remains a secret because of the overwhelming shame associated with it.

If you subscribe to the idea that #‎ addiction is a disease, it is startling to see how many of these children - paranoid, anxious, bruised, tremulous, withered, in some cases psychotic - are seriously ill, slowly dying. We'd never allow such a scene if these kids had any other disease. They would be in a hospital, not on the streets.