The Healing Journey of a Mother-Daughter Relationship When I think back to what it was like when I was addicted to heroin, I think of hearing my phone ding and reading the desperate texts from my mother. She would tell me how much she loved me, express her fear that she will never see me alive again, and assure me that when I was ready to get help – she would be there. I always ignored her messages. Living in Fear Before I got sober, my life was driven byRead More