As a mother to a son addicted to crack cocaine, I felt hopeless and confused. To sit and watch your son's downward spiral is something no mother should have to go through. But I did. As a health care professional, I thought I understood addiction, but in reality I did not. My son's unhealthy habits cost him everything: his business, his truck, his friends, and a job opportunity. He was in denial and had absolutely no coping skills. It was especially hard for me to watch because of my profession. In a career where I was used to helping and healing people, I could do nothing to help my own son. I felt alone. Thank God I was not.