Life hasn't always been easy for me growing up. I wasn't privileged enough to grow up with both parents it has always only been my mom and my two older sisters. Just four girls, can you imagine how hectic the restroom must’ve been in the morning living in a one bedroom and one restroom apartment. It was awful, but that wasn't the worst part of growing up where I did. We didn't live in the nicest neighborhoods so there was something bad bound to happen to us. Eventually, that ended happening to my oldest sister, she hung around with a bad crowd and fell into bad habits. I was still in elementary school when she started using drugs, I can still remember the first time I ever saw her snort heroin right in front of us. My mom didn't know anything about this, she was rarely home during this time because she had two jobs and was trying to finish school. My mom depended on my older sister to take care of me and my sister but little did she know …show more content…
It has really made our lives way more difficult than it should be. It has practically taken over her life, she can no longer have normal relationships with people because of the effects that the drugs have done to her. Nowadays it's hard to point out a day when my mom and sister aren't arguing about her drugs. We have all tried really hard to help her over the years, my mom has practically almost given up. It has been really hard seeing my mom give her all to help her and receiving nothing in return. This has really taken a turn for the worst for our lives, there are times that even being home is the last place I wanna be. I’d rather be working or at school than having to come back to the same old problems, it's gotten to the point that even concentrating on my school work has become difficult. Having to keep an eye on my sister has now become one of my responsibilities and has really made things for me harder to
In my life I experience a lot of hardships and heartbreak. I believe going through hard times can be a good thing because I learn more about myself, how I handle situations, and it may also teach me to be more humble. Life is tough and sometimes I have to face my challenges, but I don’t have to face my problems alone. Some say a dog is a man’s best friend. It’s because a dog can read
Life wasn’t always so bad, or at least that’s what they told me. From what I remember of my child hoods great memories my family speaks so highly of, if there were any at all, are all clouded in my mind by the what I can remember my life being. At times I find myself going thru old pictures of when I was a child and think to myself. Why can't I remember this day? I looked to be a happy healthy baby then my heart turns in a cold way. Growing up to a parent addicted to drugs and alcohol is no way for a child to be raised. I had to grow up at an early age and didn’t truly get to experience life the way a child should. My family tells me Marquise you were so loved by so many people and your Mom tried to do the best she
It was 3 a.m., and I could hear the argument downstairs. My parents had to do this at 3 a.m.? I got up, walked around for a minute, and went back to bed- I had school the next day. This became an increasingly common occurrence, almost every other day the fall and winter of junior year. The argument had been more or less the same for the last month, centering around my dad's alcoholism and family's money troubles.
I’m actually kind of shocked I could write about recovery because it is a topic with a special meaning to myself. But, I found it easier to write about my own experience with a negative event this time, and I believe it is because I grew as a writer. I saw the value the personal testimony adds to a piece, and thus I could add my own story.
It’s amazing how a horrific and negative life changing event can encourage and guide you in the path of your future. The end result may not be visible when it first takes place, but the process of a recovery can be extremely educational. You see, I was provided the opportunity of job shadowing firsthand the fields of athletic training and physical therapy due to a knee injury. I believe the majority of people would consider a severely damaged knee a dramatic setback in life. I was able to find the silver lining during the recovery.
My family solely consisted of my parents who both worked and my brother and I who were in the higher grades of our elementary school. However, on July 28, 2015, my baby sister was born, taking my daily life in a completely different turn. Earlier, my family and I had a tight schedule which included school, after school activities and homework in the evenings. However, after my sister was born, my family made a harder effort to spend quality time together and with my little sister since she required a lot of attention and care. My entire routine changed as well because playing with and babysitting my sister had become an important part of my day. Before her birth, our house was very quiet since my brother and I did not get along very well in order to spend time together and were busy in our own pastimes like video games or soccer. However, when my sister came along, my home became filled with her crying more than laughter, the games we play like peek a boo and the many nursery rhymes she listens to during the whole day. When my sister was not there, I had the freedom to do many more things such as going on picnics with my family, having peaceful car rides and not having to worry about taking care of her. Although, now the places I go with my family are limited as my sister does not enjoy car rides or visiting places which do not cater to her needs such as restaurants or parties with friends. Also, taking care of
I am not dirty or broken, I am clean and neat but that does not mean I am flawless. My childhood was not hard in fact it was a breeze, until I realize I am still in that childhood. It is hard to believe that the tutorial years of my life are almost over, as I prepare for life on my own I see all
I finally quit smoking after 30 years, after my doctor told me that I wouldn’t see my kids graduate if I continued to smoke. Initially, it was torture for me. I would often have headaches and nausea, which resulted in me being irritable all the time. However, after a few months, those symptoms disappeared. I thought that for once, I finally got past my dark history of smoking. However, there were a few symptoms that still lingered. I had a cough that just wouldn’t go away, my lips would turn blue whenever I exercised, and I had excruciating shortness of breath. I thought that these were symptoms of smoking that would eventually go away but they lingered on for months after I quit. Eventually, I saw a doctor and he diagnosed me with COPD, or emphysema.
It has been around 14 hours since I have gotten back from the Freshmen Retreat, and I happy to be able to write about the success of the trip in all parts, regarding my personal goal, what I learned about my fellow advisory peers, and realizing a bit more about myself.
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
There is nothing that hurts more than watching your child destroys their health and well-being through alcohol or drug addiction. You do not know what to do, nothing you have tried has done any good, and it is tearing you up inside watching the deterioration. You can get sucked into the madness and feel like you are drowning in a sea of turbid water.
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
I grew up in an upper-middle class household in a nice area, with an older brother who I made it my mission to drive crazy. My parents were high school sweethearts, my mom was a stay at home mom, our house was the hang out for all the neighborhood kids and I always had the latest and greatest gadgets - my childhood, on the outside to everyone looking in was picture perfect. We were in essence the Jones’ that everyone was trying to keep up with. What people didn’t see was what went out behind the closed doors, when we weren’t faking happiness and perfection.
The extent to which the impact occurs depends greatly on the family member’s knowledge of addiction and use of resources. For many family members, it takes months and years to gather helpful information and related coping skills. In the meantime, it is easy to personalize the process. For example, many family members believe that if they had said or done the right thing at the right time, they would have prevented their loved one’s addiction. Other family members grow resentful, thinking
I was born in a small East Texas town to a drug addicted and an older gentleman for a father. Growing up, my family was on welfare since my father was an old man and my mother could not keep a steady job due to her addiction. As I started to get older I noticed that my friend’s mothers would not leave at days or even weeks at a time and come back completely wasted. Noticing this I saw how my mother’s addiction was affecting the family negatively financially and emotionally. My mother has done drugs my entire life excepts for little times where she tried to stop which didn’t last long.