I am a mother of a recovering heroin addict. My daughter used for 5 long years, and I've had primary custody of my grandson since he was 3 and he'll be 9 in December. A friend of my daughter took her to a methadone clinic, and through methadone she has been heroin free for 2+ years. As a mother, it was the worst thing my family has ever been through. Her son had no idea why he couldn't see his mom. All I could tell him was that mommy had boo boo's on the inside and she had to fix them before she could see him. My daughter's life was spiraling out of control, and there was nothing I could do for her. I spoke to her often and I stalked Facebook all the time, praying she would write something so I knew she was still alive. My daughter died 9 times, that she could remember, and I thank God for narcam. You see, my daughter had a DNR, and if she was taken to the hospital, she would be dead. Because she was treated at the scene, my daughter is here today. The challenges for her and my family was something you can't imagine unless you've been through it. My daughter wanted to be clean, but the drug had a hold of her and wasn't going away without a fight. Many times she overdosed in hopes that this fight would be over. Thankfully God had other plans for her. I lost my nephew to this drug a few years ago, and I hope he's watching over her and giving her strength to go on one more day clean. I worry about relapse all the time. My daughter told me if she relapses, just to let her die. She said she doesn't have it in her to fight to get clean again. I never gave up on her. I had to let her go to hit bottom, but I never gave up on her. This drug doesn't let most people out alive. Don't be an enabler like I was. Be firm and let them him rock bottom. It's got to be their decision to get clean or die trying. I love my daughter, and I'm thankful she's here to tell her story of the biggest mistake she's ever made.