Anita Devlin recalls a moment of clarity as she and her husband Michael drove their son Mike to treatment.
She describes a quiet car ride on a bleak, rainy day. Mike was asleep in the backseat as she stared, exhausted, out the window.
During those moments, Devlin suddenly realized that everything was real; all her attempts to manage the unmanageability of addiction had failed. In fact, for the very first time, she knew with gut-wrenching certainty that she was walking a parallel destructive path with her son Mike.
Mike was hiding behind a wall of drugs while she hid behind a forced-facade of denial.