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No More Shame, No More Silence

Posted on March 21, 2017 by Sandy Swenson

Misconceptions about addiction are so pervasive it’s no wonder that those struggling with addiction — and their families — suffer in silence, solitude, and shame. Even though our society encourages substance abuse at every turn, when someone becomes … Continue reading →

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I’m The Mom of an Addict…

Posted on March 10, 2017 by Sandy Swenson

“I’m the mom of an addict, and I’m not ashamed to say that anymore. There’s a time when I was…..” My interview with the ASK documentary team about love, learning, and letting go: Please watch and share this … Continue reading →

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Let Recovery Begin With Me

Posted on February 27, 2017 by Sandy Swenson

I will accept what is. I will accept the things I cannot change. I will find peace. Continue reading →

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☼ Dear Joey: A Love Letter To My Son The Addict

Posted on February 15, 2017 by Sandy Swenson

Dear Joey, I miss you. I ache for you to fill your place in my life. Will I ever again feel your hug? Hear your laugh? See you proud? I don’t want you to be an addict. I don’t want … Continue reading →

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To Be The Mom Of An Addict

Posted on February 8, 2017 by Sandy Swenson

Addiction is a disease, but not even the professionals have it all figured out yet — and they aren’t trying to figure it out while in a blind panic, running through the fires of hell with fears and dreams and maternal instincts tripping them up. Continue reading →