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Thu, 24 Mar 2005 12:39:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Mom View Contact Details View Contact Details
Subject: Re: hewo
To: "Whitney Jones"
My dear, darling brave daughter,
I have just finished, this very moment, your incredible e-letter. I can hardly describe my feelings right now; overwhelmed with gratitude perhaps says it best.I will save what you wrote and hold it close to my heart, always.And, if ever i should feel the demon call again, I pray that your letter will be one more good stumbling block that will derail me from the wrong path. I so very much want the rest of our lives together to be good ones, full of joy for all of us. By the way, not that it matters, but THE day was Tuesday!( March 22nd)
Much love,
Mom
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Whitney Jones wrote:
Mom -
I am not sure if I missed this day by a day or not,
but I wanted to write you to wish you a "happy" 9
years sober. I know next year is the big one, but I
just wanted to let you know I am grateful for your
taking the initiative, after several tries, 9 years
ago and being successful in "fighting the good fight".
I'd rather not think about how things would be if you
hadn't humbled yourself and hadn't gotten help. I
definately know it would be ugly and I might have two
houses to go 'home' to, instead of just one.
Regardless, I know it was hard but I am damn sure that
even none of the past 10 years, aka my living memory
[i.e. I can remember things clearly from age 9 -on],
has been easy for us, any of us, at all. Life is a
bi--ch and it bit you on your bum real hard quite a
few times.
I can remember the times you did fail, but I also can
remember your determination in defeating your demons,
well, OUR demons, and saving all of us the additional
pain, giving all of us the real you, and
reinvigorating in us the concept of a family. And I
know, I know, I annoy the hell out of you sometimes
and drive you nuts but I think it's because I have
learned a lot from yours and Dad's mistakes and want
to keep my head up, constantly, after a lot of
flailing around last year.
PLUS I've been learning a lot from my own mistakes,
those flailing moments when I wish or I want or I hate
etc etc, all of which I can't change now. I dislike
saying it, but I think because you made Dad take the
initiative, with your leadership, in getting me help,
starting with that sick, unfortunate incident in 8th
grade... you guys stopped something bad from turning
into something worse. You and Dad have finally found
me a great psychotherapist who has given me, yes,
strong drugs, but also drugs which I do not abuse and
I do know have helped me out of the fog. I wasn't
alone in the fog though, you were there, and so was
Dad, along with other people [Principal Bryan, Ms.
Harvey, Dr. E, Mr. Kahuda], to be my guardrails as I
started climbing to the top. I think when I graduated
from Chatham Hall I was on top, however, I lost some
support rails and a lot of pebbles have gotten caught
under my feet, and so I've slipped halfway down, but
I'm not at rock bottom. That won't ever happen, again.
I think maybe this summer, or next Fall, I will be
going to the climb, which is really high, but I'm not
going to stop until I reach the top... or until I, at
least, reach it's snowy peaks!
Thank you, Mom, and I love you.
Whitney
9 years this past Tuesday. 10 years in one year. It's insane.
From: Mom View Contact Details View Contact Details
Subject: Re: hewo
To: "Whitney Jones"
My dear, darling brave daughter,
I have just finished, this very moment, your incredible e-letter. I can hardly describe my feelings right now; overwhelmed with gratitude perhaps says it best.I will save what you wrote and hold it close to my heart, always.And, if ever i should feel the demon call again, I pray that your letter will be one more good stumbling block that will derail me from the wrong path. I so very much want the rest of our lives together to be good ones, full of joy for all of us. By the way, not that it matters, but THE day was Tuesday!( March 22nd)
Much love,
Mom
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Whitney Jones wrote:
Mom -
I am not sure if I missed this day by a day or not,
but I wanted to write you to wish you a "happy" 9
years sober. I know next year is the big one, but I
just wanted to let you know I am grateful for your
taking the initiative, after several tries, 9 years
ago and being successful in "fighting the good fight".
I'd rather not think about how things would be if you
hadn't humbled yourself and hadn't gotten help. I
definately know it would be ugly and I might have two
houses to go 'home' to, instead of just one.
Regardless, I know it was hard but I am damn sure that
even none of the past 10 years, aka my living memory
[i.e. I can remember things clearly from age 9 -on],
has been easy for us, any of us, at all. Life is a
bi--ch and it bit you on your bum real hard quite a
few times.
I can remember the times you did fail, but I also can
remember your determination in defeating your demons,
well, OUR demons, and saving all of us the additional
pain, giving all of us the real you, and
reinvigorating in us the concept of a family. And I
know, I know, I annoy the hell out of you sometimes
and drive you nuts but I think it's because I have
learned a lot from yours and Dad's mistakes and want
to keep my head up, constantly, after a lot of
flailing around last year.
PLUS I've been learning a lot from my own mistakes,
those flailing moments when I wish or I want or I hate
etc etc, all of which I can't change now. I dislike
saying it, but I think because you made Dad take the
initiative, with your leadership, in getting me help,
starting with that sick, unfortunate incident in 8th
grade... you guys stopped something bad from turning
into something worse. You and Dad have finally found
me a great psychotherapist who has given me, yes,
strong drugs, but also drugs which I do not abuse and
I do know have helped me out of the fog. I wasn't
alone in the fog though, you were there, and so was
Dad, along with other people [Principal Bryan, Ms.
Harvey, Dr. E, Mr. Kahuda], to be my guardrails as I
started climbing to the top. I think when I graduated
from Chatham Hall I was on top, however, I lost some
support rails and a lot of pebbles have gotten caught
under my feet, and so I've slipped halfway down, but
I'm not at rock bottom. That won't ever happen, again.
I think maybe this summer, or next Fall, I will be
going to the climb, which is really high, but I'm not
going to stop until I reach the top... or until I, at
least, reach it's snowy peaks!
Thank you, Mom, and I love you.
Whitney
9 years this past Tuesday. 10 years in one year. It's insane.