#10 This episode is for my parents , the ones who stood in the storm of my addiction and taught me what love really means

This episode is for my parents, and my brother  Today, I’m doing something I’ve been carrying in my heart since the day I entered recovery. This episode is for my parents ,the two people who stood in the storm of my addiction long before I ever saw it for what it was. My mom passed two years ago. My dad, just this past May. And as I try to make sense of life without them, I find myself reflecting on everything they went through because of me. The lies. The worry. The helplessness. The pain I brought into our home , and the strength they carried in silence. This is what my addiction looked like through my eyes… but it’s told in honor of theirs. Their perspective. Their resilience. Their love ,even when I was lost in the darkest parts of myself. I also want to acknowledge my brother ,who had to watch it all unfold, powerless in so many ways. He bore a different weight, one that often goes unseen but never unfelt. Grief has a way of making everything clearer. In losing them, I’ve come to understand the depth of what they gave… and what my addiction took. This episode is about pain, yes ,but it’s also about love. And legacy. And the hard-earned gratitude that only comes with time, healing, and loss. So here it is.