Grandma raising Grandson

There are days when my heart feels heavy. Watching my child struggle with meth addiction has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced as a mother. Addiction doesn’t just take hold of the person using it ripples out and affects the whole family.

Because of this, I now find myself raising my grandchild. It’s not a role I ever pictured for myself at this stage in life, but it’s one I take on with love. My grandchild deserves stability, safety, and all the love I can give, even while my heart quietly aches for my own child to find healing.

Some days I feel torn between the grief of what my child is going through and the joy of watching my grandchild grow. It’s not an easy road, but it’s one I walk with faith, determination, and hope.

I know I’m not the only one in this situation. Are there others out there raising their grandchildren because of addiction? Have you found ways to cope, to balance the heartbreak and the blessings?

If this is your journey too, I would love to hear from you. Maybe by sharing, we can lift each other up and remind ourselves that while this path is hard, we don’t have to walk it alone.