Personal Narrative: My Heroin

Growing up I had to face a reality that most young children do not. My mother was a drug addict and her drug of choice was heroin. I was aware of her addiction from an early age; events that were commonplace in my home, I look back now as an adult and realize how wrong they were. For instance, it was made out to be a game to sort the seeds out of her marijuana. I remember being very young, possibly five or six and describing what was needed and how to shoot up heroin to my grandparents. There were many instances that I was forced to be the parent since my mother decided to act as the child. In addition to my mother and myself, I was also responsible for my little sister who was eight years younger than me. I did everything I could to …show more content…
I was so angry at my mom at that moment not only had we just received our food stamps, but she was nowhere to be found and had not been home for four days. I stayed up late that night expecting her to come in with some wild excuse, but I was going to tell her I wanted to live with grandma. She did not come home, in fact, I must have expected it deep down inside since I knew where all my sister Christmas gifts were and I stayed up late and made sure everything was wrapped and under the tree. I thought surely, she will be home for Christmas morning, but the next day we got up and no mom, no food, and no gifts for me. I remember my little sister who was only four at the time taunting me with how bad I must have been for Santa to not bring me anything. Our grandmother came over to see what Santa had brought us only to find two children that had been left home alone at Christmas with no food and no way to contact anyone for help. She was furious, and she took us away that very …show more content…
I love my grandmother for taking us in and it helped to renew my faith in something. At that moment is when I decided that the buck literally stopped with me. I was not going to suffer for the sins and mistakes of my mother. I was going to rise above what I was born into and make a better life for myself and my future children. Everyone has choices in their life and it is up to them to decide what they want those decisions to be. I stood up and decided to break the cycle of abuse to provide for my family a life that I would not have known if I had taken the easy path. Granted I have made my share of mistakes, I am working on my second marriage and I have had an issue with depression. I have two beautiful daughters of my own and I have adopted my sister’s youngest daughter. Even though my first marriage failed I have worked hard in this second marriage to make it work. I feel that I had a skewed view of how marriage was after seeing my own mother married twice. I have had a rocky life even attempting suicide at the age of seventeen. I finally got back on track and decided what was important to me. I had to work hard to deal with the demons that dwelt in my closet. I strive hard every day to right the wrongs that I experienced in my life and it took a long time for me to get to the point that I can understand why this happened to me. My trials are what have made