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

The hopeful part about that is when you do have that help, you will feel better. It still doesn't make this easy. Nothing makes this easy, but you can make better decisions.

I didn't cause it. I can't control it. I can't cure it.

This stigma associated with drug use--the belief that bad kids use, good kids don't, and those with full-blown addiction are weak, dissolute, and pathetic--has contributed to the escalation of use and has hampered treatment more than any single other factor.

Along with the joy of parenthood, with every child comes a piercing vulnerability. It is at once sublime and terrifying

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

A world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white.