The Ill Feeling of a Mother Addicted to Pills I still remember the day I found out my mother was sick. It was not a disease doctors or medicine could cure. It was a disease one finds at the bottom of a pill bottle. My mother’s drug addiction was not only destructive to her, but it was destructive to her children. As a result, I was diagnosed with depression, turned to self-harm, and developed an eating disorder. I was living in a downward spiral until my father fought for custody. As long as I can remember my mother, was not a mother. When I was nine, she left my father. While he was a work event, she packed up the clothes that hung in the closets, organized our belongings in brown boxes, and neatly placed them in my grandparent’s truck.
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He would raise his fist in anger. I was never hit; on the other hand, my mother and older sister were. I became scared to walk in Mike’s path, so I would hide away in my room with the door locked. I could not imagine how my mother could be in love with such a monster. Therefore, I became fearful for my new born brother. When Landon turned six months old my mother’s destructive ways found their way back to the surface. She started to leave my sister Alexis and me home on the weekend to babysit Landon as her and my step father went to the bar. Again, they would come home drunk at 1 A.M. My mom would stumble into the bathroom searching for the nearest pill bottle. I sat on the edge of the bath as I watched her get her high. I begged her to stop going out every weekend, stumbling in drunk, and taking the pills. “Mom you are going to end up dead,” I said. She just looked at me with half opened eyes and slowly left the …show more content…
I had no motivated to do the activities I once loved. I came home from school one evening to find my mother sitting at a dining room table. The school had called and ordered for her to schedule a doctor’s appointment. I faintly remember my mom’s sobs as they diagnosed me with depression, self-harm, suicidal tendencies, and an eating disorder. I was prescribed medicine a sleep aid, and ordered to be on a strict diet. The only thought I had as I received the negative news was I did not want to become anymore like my mother; therefore, I had to
He would raise his fist in anger. I was never hit; on the other hand, my mother and older sister were. I became scared to walk in Mike’s path, so I would hide away in my room with the door locked. I could not imagine how my mother could be in love with such a monster. Therefore, I became fearful for my new born brother. When Landon turned six months old my mother’s destructive ways found their way back to the surface. She started to leave my sister Alexis and me home on the weekend to babysit Landon as her and my step father went to the bar. Again, they would come home drunk at 1 A.M. My mom would stumble into the bathroom searching for the nearest pill bottle. I sat on the edge of the bath as I watched her get her high. I begged her to stop going out every weekend, stumbling in drunk, and taking the pills. “Mom you are going to end up dead,” I said. She just looked at me with half opened eyes and slowly left the …show more content…
I had no motivated to do the activities I once loved. I came home from school one evening to find my mother sitting at a dining room table. The school had called and ordered for her to schedule a doctor’s appointment. I faintly remember my mom’s sobs as they diagnosed me with depression, self-harm, suicidal tendencies, and an eating disorder. I was prescribed medicine a sleep aid, and ordered to be on a strict diet. The only thought I had as I received the negative news was I did not want to become anymore like my mother; therefore, I had to