A Letter From My Parents.
For ten years, our home transitioned in and out of the unknown. We walked on eggshells, checked pupils, handed over money, and made endless excuses while our house remained in turmoil. Every bit of “help” we gave was just keeping his addiction comfortable.
In 2013, we had to do the most terrifying thing a parent can do: we could not allow him back in the house and had to literally leave him on the street.
It was the hardest thing we ever had to do as parents and it felt like a death sentence. Every late-night ring of the phone made our hearts stop, convinced it was the police calling to say Adam was dead. We spent a decade giving him our love and wishing him “luck” because we had zero strategy.
Adam only turned his life around when the love continued but the enabling stopped completely. He had to hit the shelters, the jails, and eight different treatment facilities before he stopped running and faced the wreckage.
Starting from a cot in a homeless shelter in downtown Toronto, he rebuilt his entire life, graduating college, building a career, and earning his credentials as a CACCF-certified coach.
We’re so proud that now Adam is in your corner so you don’t spend another week living in the isolation and fear.
He knows every lie, every manipulation, and every guilt trip your loved one is using because he used every single one of them on us. He knows how to help you set rules that actually hold, protect your household, and stop the chaos.
— Mom & Dad
It's marked as 15 minutes, but you've been holding this in for months. We won't rush it.
