This all feels very out of control. Out of my control. My therapist would interject here that, when it comes to a loved one’s addiction, indeed it is.

Addiction. It’s not really my story to tell (right now). I am not certain I can find the right words to begin to explain my piece of it. In time, perhaps, I will. I’ve wanted to write about this – all the ways addictions have shaped my life for a while now (my father's addiction, as well as my son's), but it’s all so complicated and so personal and so messy and so painful. And we’re in the middle of it. "We" my family. "We" society. It’s difficult to tell a story that’s still (and always) unfolding.

I will say this: I am deeply grateful for the love and support that friends have shown us over the course of this past week since Kin announced that he was selling API Evangelist and heading “into the wild,” if you will, with my son.

I am also tremendously cautious about their whole endeavor, and particularly now that there are so many eyes on us, I am more than a little unsettled about the pressure this attention places on myself, on Kin, and most importantly, on my son. Hope hurts. If you've lived with an addict, you probably know that.

“There aren’t any heroin moonshots,” a friend recently cautioned me, and for now I’ll just remind everyone of that in turn.