“Addiction is a family disease; one person may use but the whole family suffers.” (Shelly Lewis) Growing up in a family where both of your parents battle the disease of alcoholism is something no one should ever have to deal with. I’m eighteen years old and it is still hard for me to understand this disease and what it has done to destroy my family little by little over the years. This topic is something I struggle with every day, talking about it is something I struggle with too. I’m not asking for pity; I’m simply just asking you to listen to this story because you never know who in this room is affected by this disease also.
To start this off, I come from a huge family of eight. My two parents; my older sister Amy who is twenty, then there …show more content…
As my mom bent down to grab that present for my little sister, she went into cardiac arrest and started to seize right in front of all of us. I remember the screaming and crying of everyone, it happened so fast. Immediately I called 911 while my dad was trying to regain a pulse as he was screaming at the top of his lungs “Come on Carla breathe, Carla come on don’t do this!” The ambulance couldn’t of came any slower, I was screaming into the phone for them to drive faster or else she was going to be dead by the time they get here and it was going to be their fault. The only thoughts that were going through my head were “It’s Christmas morning and my mom’s birthday and my sisters might of just watched her die.” The five minutes it took for the ambulance to get to my house felt like five years, by the time they got to my house my dad was covered in blood due to my mom almost biting her tongue off and my dad trying to get her mouth open for some type of oxygen to go into her. Two more minutes have gone by and the paramedics rushed inside with the paddles and I couldn’t believe what my eyes have seen within the last eight minutes. My older sister had my four little sisters with her in the other room but I could hear them screaming crying due to fear, my dog was barking at the paramedics and I told him “It’s okay, they’re here to help mom.” …show more content…
To this day, my mom is still trying to get through this and with raising six kids in the process I know it isn’t easy, and it is not going to be easy. Being a college student this is very hard for me, because of trying to focus on school, the two jobs I’m working and also to make sure that my little sisters have a great role model to look up too, and I’m doing the best I can to be that role model. Also, considering I am a college student I do go out and have some drinks, but every time I do the guilt comes rushing to my head. Alcoholism is something that runs in my family, which I promise to never let it destroy me like it did to my mom. They say time heals, but I find that almost hard to believe. This event in my life has definitely made me stronger, but also has traumatized me and I now hate even thinking about the Christmas holidays, it just makes me
To start this off, I come from a huge family of eight. My two parents; my older sister Amy who is twenty, then there …show more content…
As my mom bent down to grab that present for my little sister, she went into cardiac arrest and started to seize right in front of all of us. I remember the screaming and crying of everyone, it happened so fast. Immediately I called 911 while my dad was trying to regain a pulse as he was screaming at the top of his lungs “Come on Carla breathe, Carla come on don’t do this!” The ambulance couldn’t of came any slower, I was screaming into the phone for them to drive faster or else she was going to be dead by the time they get here and it was going to be their fault. The only thoughts that were going through my head were “It’s Christmas morning and my mom’s birthday and my sisters might of just watched her die.” The five minutes it took for the ambulance to get to my house felt like five years, by the time they got to my house my dad was covered in blood due to my mom almost biting her tongue off and my dad trying to get her mouth open for some type of oxygen to go into her. Two more minutes have gone by and the paramedics rushed inside with the paddles and I couldn’t believe what my eyes have seen within the last eight minutes. My older sister had my four little sisters with her in the other room but I could hear them screaming crying due to fear, my dog was barking at the paramedics and I told him “It’s okay, they’re here to help mom.” …show more content…
To this day, my mom is still trying to get through this and with raising six kids in the process I know it isn’t easy, and it is not going to be easy. Being a college student this is very hard for me, because of trying to focus on school, the two jobs I’m working and also to make sure that my little sisters have a great role model to look up too, and I’m doing the best I can to be that role model. Also, considering I am a college student I do go out and have some drinks, but every time I do the guilt comes rushing to my head. Alcoholism is something that runs in my family, which I promise to never let it destroy me like it did to my mom. They say time heals, but I find that almost hard to believe. This event in my life has definitely made me stronger, but also has traumatized me and I now hate even thinking about the Christmas holidays, it just makes me