Despite how far we have come in de-stigmatizing addiction and understanding it is a disease instead of a choice; much of society still turns a blind eye to people who...
Despite how far we have come in de-stigmatizing addiction and understanding it is a disease instead of a choice; much of society still turns a blind eye to people who struggle with any type of chemical dependency, mental health issue or any other disorder. Growing up with an alcoholic mom taught me early on what a nightmare this disease was. As a kid I begged and pleaded with her to stop. Our family was full of shame, and we certainly didn’t talk about what was happening very often, if at all.
I remember loud, ugly arguments, lies, trips to the ‘hospital’ and everyone full of tension and fear.
We all loved her, so why couldn’t she stop doing this? To herself? To us?
As I am my mother’s daughter, the gene of addiction was passed on to me, as well as the shame. My way to escape the feelings of inadequacy was through alcohol, and drugs were eventually added to the mix; and nothing ever got any better.
Everything about me and the life I created was shattered. From my family and relationships, to jobs and friends, I was a tornado of chaos.
I’m grateful and still in awe I came through it all alive. I made it to the side of sobriety…. and have remained here for over 26 years.
But getting here and staying here was not my doing.
I am here only because of the help and guidance of others, from the professionals to the fellowship of people who are on same journey — and most importantly, a God bigger than I ever imagined.
Wishing you all a happy spring and another day clean and sober.