Notes from a Rookie Firefighter...September 1, 2009

I can't tell you how sad I am now packing up my daughter's room. I have gone through the countless papers and stories she has written. They are all about drugs and how wonderful they are. I thought I was going to vomit. Right next to the drug stories were her Barbies and Betty Spaghettis. She is 18 and what is called MICA. That stands for mentally ill chemically addicted. She has recently started heroin.

We are doing all we can to get help for our daughter, including getting the law involved.

I wish I had a better blog post to write.

Court tomorrow. Hope the judge has a bad day before he gets her case.