Addiction - Trapped in Despair

I have been dealing with addiction for twenty-ninepain and agony. Proof that no one cares about you
years. The problem lies in the fact that I am onlyand life is nothing but a cruel joke. Something inside of
twenty-eight. Addiction for me started at conception.me was broken and since I had no clue what normal
My parents were practicing addicts and left no room inwas; I did not know exactly what was broken. I started
their lives for the children they brought into this world.to write down the things I thought about. My long lost
It's a cold, dark and desperate world to be born into,dreams I had as a child came back to me so I put
and one that leaves no room for kindness, generositythose on paper also. I started to write about the
or love. It's a hopeless flood of despair and destructionhorrible things that I had been thru and even worse, the
and the only guarantee is certain death. I never eventhings that I had done. I reached a point in those four
realized that I was living a life headed straight for hellmonths that started me on my journey towards
until it was too late. At twenty-three, life gave merecovery.
some time to think about the last twenty some oddThey released me from jail with a lighter sentence
years. Four months to think about it to be exact. Fourthen I deserved, which boosted my new found belief in
months in county was enough time to realize that I hadGod. I moved to a small town where no one knew my
a problem. However, it was not long enough for me toname. I joined a meeting with people who understood
find a solution. I was busted for manufacturingwhere I came from and who knew what it felt like to
methamphetamine and I thought that my life wasbe dead inside. I continued to work on me as the child
certainly over. I had no clue how to live a normal life. Iinside me grew. By the time my daughter was born I
did not even know what a normal life looked like. I sathad a pretty decent grip on me. I found out, thru the
behind bars wondering how my life came to be whathelp of other people with similar afflictions, that my
its is.problem was not drugs. It was me. As a child, I learned
My father was in prison, my mom is a needle junkiethe skills to survive a life of torment. As an adult, I am
and I had just lost two of the most important familylearning the skills to thrive as a productive member of
members to drugs and alcohol. The only consistenciessociety.
that I had in my life were jails, drugs and death. IStruggling with life is given; learning to succeed thru
learned how to make weed pipes when I was five. Ithose struggles is a choice. I have found hope and
grew up in bars so alcohol was constantly available athappiness, kindness and love, friendship and family. I
an early age. I had no past experience of life beinghave figured out that life does not have to be what
great. No knowledge of marriage lasting a lifetime. Yet,you were given at birth. It is what you do with the life
I had a ton of proof showing me that life was full ofthat was given that matters.