For approximately four years I watched my son struggle with drug addiction. If I’m honest with myself, I probably denied that it was a problem for four years prior to that. When he was in the thick of it, I wouldn’t hear from him for days. I wouldn’t see him, and when I did, he looked drawn, tired, and unwell. When I didn’t hear from him I would worry wondering where he was. Was he hurt? Was he dead? I didn’t know until he showed up needing something from me, angry when I wouldn’t give it to...