Posts tagged Children with addicted parents
Four Boundaries You Need to Make Your Home a Safe Place

The atmosphere of our home is important. In fact, I would encourage any woman reading this to make their home's atmosphere one of their steadfast boundaries and top priorities. The goalpost on personal boundaries can move as we figure out what’s reasonable and what's not or what worked and what didn’t. As far as the home is concerned, it’s best served as a place of refuge. If we have children, this is even more important!

I would bet that if you have a loved one actively addicted to something, you can feel the difference when they’re in the room. I’m sorry to say it, but that’s the enemy at work and entering your home through sin. You wouldn’t knowingly invite the devil in, so why allow him a seat at your table?

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Has Your Parent Failed You? This Guy Never Will

Things change and are different than they seem.  We lived a life that was not what people thought it was.  We weren’t who people saw when they looked at us, although to them, we were.  However, when we walked through the doors of the rehab hospitals, our looks matched where we were.  We mimicked the responses and the actions of those who sat in the circle around us. Some new, some seasoned and we were both at different times. Each time we entered, we were hardened a little more.  We appeared to have it all- nice clothes, nice cars, a nice house, but not a home and not a mother. 

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Am I the Only One? Growing Up with an Addicted Parent

I sat there alone in the dark and prayed to a God I hadn’t spoken to in over 15 years.

I begged Him to answer my burning questions. Am I the only one who is so lost? Why did my husband drink so much? Why do I continually make so many wrong choices when it comes to marriage? Why did my dad die such a horrible death?

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The Unexpected Trauma to the Child by the Beast of Addiction

Addiction is an insatiable beast. There’s really no way to sugarcoat this tragic reality. Once the beast of addiction has sunk its claws into its victim, everything begins to change. The sparkling person once full of life no longer has the light shining from their eyes. In its place is a dull and empty glaze. The person that was once present, caring and transparent has become elusive, angry, and numbed to reality.

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