It Can Happen To Any Family
How Drugs Took My Daughter's Life
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“I left her room and went to bed. I lay next to David, but we did not speak. There were no words to describe the pain we were in. I thought about the day that had begun so pleasurably and ended so painfully. Even so, I thanked God for the blessings in my life, as I did every night. I asked Him to watch over Candice and provide her with the help she needed. We had not been able to give her what she required. Nothing had worked as we had hoped. I am glad I didn’t know then how tragically her story—and ours—would end. What had happened to Candice, and where did it all begin?”
This is the story of an ordinary family struggling with an extraordinary problem: a special child whose journey was hijacked by teenage drug use.
Candice Doucette was a beautiful and well-loved young girl with many friends and talents and supportive parents. What happened to her and her family can happen to any family.
In this memoir, her mother candidly shares her experience, in hopes that other parents will find this book a resource as they strive to answer the recurring question, “What can we do?”
And now, nine years later, Cynthia writes an epilogue to give the reader insight into her life today. How through her enduring loss of her daughter, she has finally found what’s most important: her peace.
Cynthia Doucette’s compelling memoir shares such deep, intense, emotional family struggles and triumphs. The connection I felt with Cynthia and her daughter, Candice was unreal. It felt as though Candice’s spirit was with me as I read her life story. Candice spoke through the words of her mother. I could feel Candice’s happiness, her depression, her pain, and her anger. In this story of her tragic death and the wonderful family she left behind, I found myself becoming a part of the Doucette family, as I can relate to the emotional roller coasters they’ve endured. Cynthia’s outlook on her family’s ups and downs is so real and by far one of the most amazing stories I’ve ever read. Cynthia is an inspirational author, a role model, a woman who had enough faith, love and strength to put her family’s story out for the world. She sacrificed her and her family’s privacy to help others in need of answers and guidance in times of crisis. This book clearly proves that this can happen to any family.
The Beginning of the End
Two hours earlier, we had left Greenville, Maine, after a weekend of snowmobiling. Halfway home, we stopped to have dinner, and before we left again, my husband, David, pulled the truck over to the service area to fill the tank. I watched him from the warmth of the cab and noticed how worn his red work hat had gotten. I made a mental note to remind him to order some new ones. His red and black plaid flannel shirt hung neatly over his jeans as he walked inside to pay the clerk. After he finished, he jumped in the truck and began rubbing his hands together to warm them up. “Boy,” he said, “ the weather’s cold.” Even though I was eager to get home, I sat there relaxed, listening to the music on the radio. I felt sleepy as the sunshine poured inside the truck onto my face. When my cell phone rang, I was thinking how, in so many ways, our lives were good. David worked hard to keep his excavating business successful, and we were enjoying spending leisurely time together. When I noticed my brother’s number on the caller i.d., I knew he wouldn’t call for anything trivial, and so I clutched the cell phone to my ear as the truck sped south along the Maine Turnpike. “Ah, it’s about Candice,” he said hesitantly. “Are you almost home?” “No, we’re still a couple of hours away, ” I answered, worried. We never knew what Candice would do next. She was our second child, 18 now, and she was clearly not making an easy transition into adult life. She had not wanted to come north with us and we had let her stay home alone for the weekend. Had that been a good decision? Our son, Travis, was ahead of us in a separate truck with our friend, Bruce. My younger daughter Chelsey was staying with her friend, Jordyn, back in Berwick, Maine, where we lived. “What about Candice?” I asked, thinking I was prepared for the worse. “She got really depressed and cut herself up her arm, and I think she took some pills,” he continued. “Justin and Steven are with her now at your house. They think she’ll be all right.” Candice was very close to her cousins, Justin and Steven, my brother’s sons, so I was glad they were with her. However, I felt anxious and helpless as we charged down the turnpike still miles from home. I was listening with all my attention. “I got a call from her friend, Brandon. She phoned him and said she was messed up,” he added. “He asked me to go check on Candice.” My brother, also named David, was in the habit of checking on her while we were gone. I hung up and quickly exchanged words with my husband. We weren’t surprised about the cutting because she had done it at least once before—the psychiatrist called it self-mutilation—but we were very concerned that it had happened again and we felt powerless being still two hours away. Then, we agreed I should call Candice. Neither David nor I knew what to expect. We never did. A slurry, groggy voice answered the phone. I pictured her lying down while she was talking. Her depressed, sleepy tone sounded familiar. “Hello, Candice,” I said. “WHAT!” she demanded, with a distinct attitude. She knew her Uncle David had informed me of her situation. “Candice,” I asked, ignoring her tone of voice. “Is everything all right?” “I’m all right, Mom,” she said curtly. Her voice blasted me, as cold as that day’s bitter winter wind. Her tone chilled me, and I realized it wouldn’t work to try to deal with the situation before we got home. I was glad it was me and not avid who was calling because he sometimes got angry when she spoke this way. He did not put up with lack of respect.
Cynthia Doucette's compelling memoir shares such deep, intense, emotional family struggles and triumphs. The connection I felt with Cynthia and her daughter, Candice was unreal. It felt as though Candice's spirit was with me as I read her life story. Candice spoke through the words of her mother. I could feel Candice's happiness, her depression, her pain, and her anger. In this story of her tragic death and the wonderful family she left behind, I found myself becoming a part of the Doucette family, as I can relate to the emotional roller coasters they've endured. Cynthia's outlook on her families ups and downs is so real and by far one of the most amazing stories I've ever read. Cynthia is an inspirational author, a role model, a woman who had enough faith, love and strength to put her families story out for the world. She sacrificed her and her families privacy to help others in need of answers and guidance in times of crisis. This book clearly proves that this can happen to any family.
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