At my worst, I even resented Nic because an addict, at least when high, has a momentary respite from his suffering. There is no similar relief for parents or children or husbands or wives or others who love them.

We deny the severity of our loved one's problem not because we are naive, but because we can't know.

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

When I transformed my random and raw words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into chapters, a semblance of order and sanity appeared where there had been only chaos and insanity.

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

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

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