I'm not sure what I'm looking for here - support, advice, understanding maybe? I'm at a loss and I can't cope anymore with the constant heartbreak my Mum's life brings me and my family. My Mum has been addicted to codeine for most of her adult life, and I've never known her any other way. She was first prescribed it at the age of 13 to help treat her ulcerative colitis, at that time it was pretty unrestricted as it wasn't quite clear just how addictive a drug it is. Once that became apparent it was already too late.
Since then, she has sought out codeine in any form - she has put my Dad and her in so much debt as she has spent thousands of pounds on over-the-counter Ibuprofen and drugs in a bid to quell the addiction. She will drive miles and miles to pharmacies and chemists to buy them. In the last three days alone she has spent £100 on tablets.
This has, unsurprisingly, completely destroyed her insides. It is now becoming more and more obvious just how much damage has been done to her body and it is horrendous watching from the outside. You'd only need to look at her to know she is an addict. Looking at her and seeing the damage makes me want to sob and I find it hard to be around her for long periods of time.
My Mum lies without even realising she's doing it - lies about how much she's taken, where she's been, why she spent so long in the bathroom, why there are loose packets and tablets in hiding places, why she's feeling unwell, vomiting, shaking, falling asleep on the spot, slurring her words... The list goes on and on. We have tried everything, so many different therapies and treatments - she's even been to rehab, was clean for a week or so and then straight back to it. She's been on a prescription of subutex to combat things but that just made it all so much worse.
My Dad, whilst dealing with his own poor mental health, has to his credit remained by her side. The impact her addiction has had on him is huge. As children, he tried very hard to shield us from it, but now that we're adults (both me and my sister in our 30s) the damage done to him is more and more apparent. He's told us, the only reason he stays is he fears she'd die if he didn't - and I think this is true. I'll never forget the day he told me this and my heart broke all over again for both of them
Nothing will make her change. I thought once I had my two children she'd do it for them - she adores them but it's not enough. Nothing will ever change it, and I can't cope any more. I don't know how I can carry on watching her slowly wither away and I'm terrified what the next year or so will look like. She's now suffering from stomach ulcers, is skin and bone, hair loss and teeth are ruined. A colonoscopy had flagged up a concern, which I know she's terrified about, and we're all bracing ourselves for the worst.
It is heartbreaking to see how little she values her own life and self. I know she loves me, my sister, my Dad and my children but it's just simply not enough. It has to come from her and it never will. I love and hate my Mum simultaneously - and the conflict this creates has impacted my own mental health. I'm a very anxious person, always have been.
Addiction is a cruel, cruel illness. It's like she's two people - the addict and my Mum. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Thank you for reading and giving me a safe space to ramble ❤️