Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I’m writing this email hoping you will share it on your site. Several years ago I was in just as bad a shape as a lot of people who write or comment on these stories. I moved around every few months, never knowing what school I would be going to when the new month arrived. That’s how chaotic my childhood was.

Mom was always out partying and doing drugs. I was raising my little brother and sister. My older brother was bringing in what money he could to keep us from getting utilities shut off. He was only 17 and I was 15.

I knew back then I never wanted to have kids. To this day I still don’t have any only now I regret it. But still, in a way I feel like I raised my younger siblings so I do sort of know what it feels like to be a mom.

Our mom went partying one night and never came home. A few days later, she was found dead, along with some guy. They both had been shot. The police said it was a murder/suicide. Both were found to have drugs in their bodies.

My older brother took care of us. As soon as I was 18, he joined the military and sent us money. As soon as my younger brother and sister got out on their own, I felt sort of empty. People said my brother and I did a good job but everyone had moved on to their own lives. Me, I moved on to repeat my mom’s mission in life, getting stoned.

I hid it well for awhile, but eventually it took over and I lost a couple of jobs over it. Then one day my brothers and my sister confronted me. They said it was time to do for me. They helped me get into a rehab program. My siblings saved my life.

I ultimately decided to help others the way I had been helped. I began to feel needed again just as I had when raising my younger brother and sister. By then I had found out that I could not have children of my own anyway, even if I had wanted them, but this feeling of being needed restored me. Sure, sometimes the urge for a joint or some coke gets really strong, but I head to a meeting and it passes. Not as easy as it sounds in this email, but anyone who has been there knows what I mean.

I hope you can print my email. I want to tell others who might feel like there are no second chances and that there is nothing to live when you are addicted to drugs to take heart. I now have a full life and I have been married over a year to a wonderful man I met through wonderful friends. I enjoy every day of my life and when things get hard and those urges for a fix get to me, I go to a meeting. When I help someone else who seeks help through my work at the local center, I feel that second chance all over again. It is out there for you, too.