Mitchell Taylor

Age: 24 | State: | County: Eaton | Case Status: Open

Thank you so much!!!!!!
I am the mother of a child who died from an overdose.
It breaks my heart, but I will say it.
I was the mother of an addict.
I was, and am, also the mother of a beloved child.
Do not turn away from me.
I am not jinxed. It is not contagious. My presence and influence are no danger to you or yours.
Do not judge me.
This did not happen because I caused it, deserved it, or failed to stop it. I have three children, and only one suffered this fate. I do not know why, and neither do you.
Do not tell me we should have tried harder.
You have no idea of our struggle.
Do not judge my child.
He was more than the label “addict” can ever tell you. He was smart. He was funny. He was needed. He was loved. He is missed by many. If all you see is “addict,” you do not know my child.
Do not pity me.
I struggled along with my child, and I struggle still. Grief is the price of losing something precious and irreplaceable. I would not trade my 24 years with my son. I have memories sweeter than many other people will ever be able to embrace.
Do not pity my child.
He struggled, but he also lived.  He helped everyone he knew, and many people he did not know. The world is a better place because he was in it, and he enjoyed life to the fullest.
Do not question me.
I did the best I could do to help my child. I do not know if things would have been different if I had tried a different approach, and neither do you. In fact, we tried many approaches.  Failure to win is not the same as failure. If you have not lived it, you can never understand the intensity of my efforts, just as I still struggle to understand the depth of his.
Do not blame me.
If you have not lived through this, you are not qualified to tell me why my child became an addict, why he continued to return to the drugs, or why he could not quit.  His family and I were with him every step of the way, and I cannot answer these questions. My son lived this struggle, and he could not answer them.
Do not tell me you understand.
His struggle ended the night he died. Mine did not. There are very few people in my life who can say they understand his struggle or mine. Be grateful you cannot.
Do not think that you are more loving/ loved/stronger than we were.
I loved my son, and he loved me. His brothers loved their brother, and he loved his brothers. This is not a problem which can be solved by love. Love and addiction are not connected. You would have to live our struggle to ever understand the love and the effort that were involved on all sides.
Do not congratulate yourself and your family as being better than me or mine.
If you and your family have avoided the demon of addiction, I am happy for you. But do not fool yourself. You are lucky. Addiction can happen to anyone, anywhere, any time. It is found in broken homes and happy ones. It is found in the ghetto and in palaces. It victimizes the smart, the ignorant, the strong, the weak, the brave and the timid. It affects male and female, young and old, Black, White, Latino and Asian. Addiction is like cancer-it chooses its victims blindly and from all walks of life.
I am the mother of a child who died from an overdose.
I am the proud mother of a beloved child.
On Thu, Sep 8, 2022, 9:40 AM Charisse Tuell <> wrote:
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