30 days left of my son's 90 day program. Yikes. I know he's working on his exit plan, and I know that I don't have control over what that entails. I'm just hoping that he decides to stay down there a bit longer, or go out of state where we have extended family. Those are my hopes, but this is his recovery. We'll see...
Son was chosen to go on a weekend retreat at the owner's cabin in the mountains, last weekend. Not everyone gets to go during their stay in treatment, it's definitely a privilege, and he earned it.
I felt depressed last week. It's sad that I can't be completely overjoyed with his progress. I am joyful and ever so thankful for his sobriety thus far. But, it saddens me that I have to forever remain cautiously optimistic. I feel like if I talk about how great he's doing, it'll bite me in the butt and he'll relapse. I know that part is twisted thinking- I can't really "jinx" his sobriety. Yet these feelings creep up. I guess I'm still working on finding that balance. Guess it means I have to continue working on myself.
I do have a lot to be thankful for in my life, and I need to just focus on those positive things. Which includes my son's sobriety, for today.
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