It took three days - but my son if finally off to treatment. I didn't believe it would happen until he was in the car. Three days of anger, denial, frustration, tears, positive attitude and then start
all over again. I know this is just the beginning. But we all have to start somewhere. It is frustrating as my husband and three daughters are not supportive or hopeful. I do have to say that
this is the most honest my son has ever been with me about his drug use. I guess that makes me hopeful. I am praying for everyone out there, along with my son, that they find peace.