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Here’s a Little More of my Story
I’m a Georgia girl, born and bred. Raised on my family’s farm, off a dirt road in the rural, Southern part of the state, I grew up running barefoot through the grass, playing with friends, riding my bicycle, and picking blackberries. Once, I even learned to ride a unicycle on that dirt road. My sisters and I used to spend our summers riding horses and jumping around on our trampoline until our mama called us inside for supper. Fresh, homemade blackberry cobbler was my favorite dessert – especially with a dollop of creamy, vanilla ice cream on top.
I’ve been in love with words since I won a poetry contest in elementary school and carry a book with me wherever I go.
I Help Families, Especially Moms, Like You Find Your Joy Again
If you made it this far, I’m guessing we have at least one thing in common – like you, I never thought my child would become an addict. I expected him to experiment and thought I might see him drunk or high one day. But I never, ever, thought I’d receive a phone call from a police officer, to let me know my son was arrested – that he was in jail. Or, imagined I’d receive a call from my son long after I’d gone to bed, telling me he’d been shot. I never believed I’d spend days and nights wondering if my son was alive or dead; if he was out on the street somewhere; or, if he’d die from an overdose someday.
Though I love to travel, addiction is not a journey I chose. In fact, it’s a journey I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. But I love my son – and he’s an addict. So, it didn’t matter whether I was ready. It didn’t matter what I wanted. Addiction was now part of my journey. So, I read everything I could – went to seminars, spoke with counselors and therapists. And, I learned what to do. I learned how to cope. I learned how to survive on this unexpected, and unwanted journey. And somewhere along the way, eventually, I learned to thrive again.
Let Me Help You Think About Addiction in a Different Way
My family’s journey with addiction began in the year 2000, on a beautiful, sunny, Friday, at around 10:30 am. I was working in my office when I heard the phone ring. As I got up to answer it, I had no idea that my life was about to change – forever. ‘Hello,’ I said with a wide smile, as I picked up the receiver. To this day, the only words I remember hearing are, “single-car accident,” and, “one survivor.” I dropped the phone as the tears began to fall. It was six years after my first husband and I divorced. He and our oldest son, who was 16 at the time, were on their way to the beach when their car struck a tree. While our oldest walked away with only minor injuries – a blessing I will always be thankful for – my ex-husband and the father of my three children, was killed on impact.
Though all three of my children struggled with grief, my middle son, Adam, took his father’s death particularly hard. He was 15 when the accident happened and was soon using drugs and alcohol to cope. It didn’t take long for his substance use to turn into abuse. He went from a casual drug-user to a full-blown addict in the span of ten years. Already struggling with the loss of my ex-husband, Adam’s drug and alcohol abuse threw our family into an even greater tailspin.
One morning, after a series of phone calls interrupted yet another sleepless night, I decided I had finally had enough. Rebellion, addiction, and poor choices had become our family’s new normal – and it wasn’t just Adam anymore. How did this happen? No one was happy. No one was thriving. Our lives were a mess.
I couldn’t take it anymore – something had to change.
Through the fog of my exhaustion, one thing was crystal clear – the only thing I had any control over, the only thing I really could change – was myself. So, I decided right then and there to start a new chapter in my family’s journey with addiction – that of my own recovery. Instead of obsessing about Adam or his two siblings, I started focusing on myself. I reminded myself that even though it felt like life dropped a gigantic bucket overflowing with lemons on my head, I could still make lemonade, lemon squares, lemon meringue pie, and lemon pound cake. It wasn’t all bad. And, I was determined to find and embrace the good.
Find and Embrace the Good
Nearly every minute of free time I had I poured into researching addiction and recovery, as well as self-development. I read books, attended workshops and trainings, and spoke with specialists and therapists. With this background knowledge, I developed the tools I needed to embrace courage, confidence, compassion, and trust. And, I started thinking about addiction in a different way. I began to see it, not as this terrible thing that happened TO my son, me, and my family, but rather as something that allowed my family and me to experience life in a different way – and different doesn’t have to mean bad. Dealing with addiction allowed me to create a new and better life for myself and my family.
My journey led me from the halls of a K-8 school, where I used to teach math to middle school students, to the Family Recovery Specialist I am today. I’m passionate about supporting other moms, who are also on a journey with addiction, as they navigate their own road to recovery.
Loving an addict will never be easy. But you don’t have to suffer. In fact, the best thing you can do for your child and your family is to take care of yourself – because someone needs to be okay.
If you would like to continue this conversation about your situation, you can click on this link and schedule a time for us to talk. I would love to connect with you.
I’m a family-recovery specialist, dedicated to supporting you as you navigate the twists, turns, bumps, detours, highs and lows of your family’s journey with addiction.
My family and I have been on our own journey over nearly two decades of fear, endless tears, sleepless nights, doubt, anxiety, blame, shame, and the unpredictability that comes with addiction. And, though it’s never been easy, I have found a way to thrive again.
I want that for you too.
“Robbin is a loving, giving and accepting person.“
I cannot express how much integrity this lady, Robbin Folson has. Her job as a Family Recovery Coach is a natural, and she is outstanding! One reason you will trust your story with Robbin is that she has been through her own journey and her own pain. When she states she understands, she does. Robbin is a loving, giving and accepting person. She knows how to listen to you, and help you figure out what is next. I would highly recommend Robbin Folson. You will not regret working with her as YOUR Family Recovery Coach.