Drug Addiction Stories & Info

Everyone gears up for a new year. Resolutions abound as people try to commit to improving their lives. Yeah, well, the key word is “try”. The best place for many people to spend their New Years Eve would be an alcohol and treatment center. All through the year alcoholics struggle with their addictions knowing that the next year won’t be any different unless they do something. My cousin was this way, too. This is my alcohol addiction story.

The year the family decided to do something is one few people will forget. It started at Thanksgiving and continued through Christmas. No drinking was allowed. Previous to this, all holidays ended in disaster. There would be arguments, fights and tears. My cousin would drink herself sick every holiday. Everyone knew she needed to be in an alcohol and treatment center, except her. That particular year, the family took action. Surprisingly, everyone stuck to the game plan, which was: no alcohol and no putting up with drunken episodes. If my cousin was drunk, she couldn’t come in. Period. All of us wanted to see her in an alcohol and treatment center.

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My alcohol addiction story continues. My cousin was livid! She swore (literally) up and down outside of the house when she wasn’t allowed in. The cops even had to be called a couple of times. Was it stressful? Yes and no. Surprisingly, the family was much less tense without my cousin around, except when she was making a scene. Then, it was stressful, but it worked out in the end. Thanksgiving was tough, but Christmas was even tougher. The entire time between Thanksgiving and Christmas was hard. There were so many times my cousin would show up drunk and be stopped at the door.

We kept telling her that she needed to be in an alcohol and treatment center, and until she got help, she was not welcome to join the gathering since she was drunk. When I am saying alcohol addiction story, I mean addiction! She continued to drink, blaming now the family. Christmas was the final show-down. She showed up drunk, as usual and caused such a scene outside. The neighbors even called the police. Together, with the police, we convinced her she needed help. That very day, on Christmas, she went into an alcohol and treatment center. By New Years Eve, she had all of the alcohol out of her system and was trying to straighten her life out. My alcohol addiction story has a happy ending. The following holiday season, my cousin was there, enjoying the holidays without alcohol! She truly did start off a new life with that new year.

Narconon Trois-Rivieres can help you end your addiction

I am writing this blog while I am here at Narconon to all teenagers mainly 17 years old.

I want all of you to know that drugs and alcohol are dangerous to your health as well as your life. If I continued to keep using drugs I would of ended up dead. It is so important for all of you to realize who you are, what kind of life you want and who your real friends are. If you can determine these things and realize that being a productive member of society and getting an education is so important to live a good clean life you will be able to stay away from drugs.

I skipped school, lowered my ability to learn, I dropped out never finished high school. Now I am aware of how my life was then and want a different life now. I have been here at Narconon for 4 months and I am happier than I have ever been. I am getting my life back and want a future without drugs and alcohol. I am repairing my relationship with my family and finally have found myself and realized I can live a clean life.

Your lives are so important and everyone deserves to live a clean productive life. You know who you are and what you want out of life, hold onto that and be that person and if you do this I am confident that you will stay away from drugs and those that bring you down.

Kristina Colosimon

In 2005, I began hiding a secret that not even my family realized was going on at first.  I became an alcoholic.  A drinking problem is easy to hide at first.  I was one of the last people someone would suspect.  I volunteered, I was a hands-on stay at home mother of four and both my husband and our older one were proudly serving in the military.

Then our older of the four boys was hurt in Afghanistan.  Months of physical therapy and dealing with VA issues took its toll.  We were so grateful our son was home.  However, when his just younger brother announced he wanted to join, I was devastated.  When the twins also announced their intentions to join after their graduation from high school in three years, I prayed every night.  How could I have four in harm’s way and not end up losing one of them? 

My husband enjoyed a simple drink once in a while in the evenings and I would sometimes have one with him.  But as time went on and my fears and worries increased, I took to having one before he came home, one that looked like a simple glass of soda and one with him.  These increased more and more as the days went by.

It wasn’t long before I began drinking shortly after the boys left for school and my husband for work.  A quick nap in the afternoon and I was ready to begin again.  I managed to not have a drink on the days my older one had to see the doctor or have P.T.  I thought I was keeping it well under wraps till my injured combat veteran son became my hero once again.

He sat me down across from his wheelchair and told me he needed me to be there for him.  He said he did not know how he could get through his VA issues and his medical procedures without me.  This young man who had fought bravely for his country was asking me to be there for him. 

He told me he realized I had been drinking quite a bit.  It had not been the secret I had thought it was.  Ashamed, I hung my head.  He took my hand and told me he needed me to be there for him and be strong and I could not do that if I was walking around in an alcoholic haze all day.  He needed me to be his battle buddy.

My son saved my life that day and turned my alcohol problem around.  That afternoon, he took me to an AA meeting and in a matter of weeks, I was able to turn around the previous year of drinking.  It was hard, but every time I yearned for a drink, I remembered my son’s words: “I need you to be my battle buddy, Mom.”

The whiskey disappeared from our home.  My husband no longer desired a drink in the evenings.  Turns out, I had not kept it from any of my family.  It’s been five years and thankfully, my three younger sons opted for college.  My older one just started school himself on the GI Bill and is dating a lovely young woman he met at the hospital, one of the physical therapists.  They just announced their engagement.  Thanks to my son being my own battle buddy after his combat tour, I will be here to celebrate the wedding, and sober enough to have a wonderful, memorable day.