We will help you get your mom off drugs!

I’m extremely curious if it’s just me. I’m tired of feeling like this, and am too much of a pussy to seriously consider suicide as anything more than something to grasp for attention with.
I’ve had a lot of death in my life, especially of those close to me, and those who didn’t die, usually leave. I also have a history of alcoholism, in both myself, and my family. But my feeling of what began as depression, and led to my self-loathing tendencies began here:
When I was fifteen, I lost my Uncle Tim. He died abruptly, and he was one of my major role models. He died after having drank, and driven his motorcycle(An ’01 Kaw Ninja) I was supposed to spend some time with him the very next week after he died. I used to live with him, and my mom. For a long time, he was the dad I never had. He was the first man whom I’d known who’d died, who I cried over. The first one I really was effected by. Unfortunately, I never really let go. I inherited his truck. I also inherited his seeming inability to keep a relationship going. I loved this man more than I ever admitted while he was alive. He was everything I wanted to be when I grew up, and the man I try to emulate in every aspect of my life, without meaning to.
The months after his death, I got deep into drugs and alcohol. I stopped when my daughter was born. But I’ve never really been the same since he died.
The second, after going through a three year relationship that was half-forced love, and half-just staying for the kid, was my grandmother. She was the best grandmother a kid could have, and for the most part, raised me while I was very young. I fucked up a few years before her death, and she told me “Maybe we just put you on a pedestal, Mikey. We just expected more of you than we should’ve” and I’ve honestly felt ashamed of myself ever since. I’ve never really accepted losing her. The night she died, I saw her, at the hospital, and the very last words I spoke to her were ‘I’ll be right back. I love you, grandma’ And then I left, and let the next person who was going to see her go. I ended up heading back home, 2 hours away that night, to get a call saying she’d passed. She was begging for me to tell them to let her go. I’d always done everything she’d asked me to. I couldn’t, that time.
The night she died, I got drunk and started screaming at myself in a mirror. I cried for hours, and then passed out drunk, next to my daughter’s mother.

It seems likely that these incidents are related to my depression. I started off just depressed. Suicidal, at times, when I could bring about the courage to do so. I drank, and quit for awhile, only drinking socially, or when I really wanted to let loose. Normal drinking.
I’m twenty now, or will be in less than two weeks. I’ve recently lost my fiance. I cling to people just so that I don’t have to be alone. I proposed to her because honestly, I figured it was the only way to keep her around. I drink, to make myself feel real again. I hate myself. I hate everything about me. I sometimes just, eh, want to die, but I don’t have the balls to try that again. I’m odd in how I deal with people. If left to my own devices, I don’t go meet people. I don’t even leave the house, unless I’m seeing family. I usually cling to one person for social things. Everyone else is just collateral. I don’t want to stop drinking, and I’m not going to go on some christian god-trip(No offense to christians, I just don’t want that whole thing for me) I just want to be okay. I want to stop hating myself. I want to stop being afraid of being alone, because of what it looks like to other people. I want to be me, again.

Is this normal? Does everyone feel this way? Or eh, should I try to fix myself?

My mum has a drink problem. She doesn’t see it as a problem, and therefore no help is available. I left home at 16 to get away from her. I’m at uni now, living with my partner. But she’ll drink, and call me/text me and shout about how my partner isn’t grateful for any help she’s given us (when she’s sober) and then about how I don’t love her. But sometimes she’ll say “Goodbye” and she threatens suicide. I’m over 100 miles away and can’t run home to check. Her mother commited suicide when I was 5, and I have taken her to hospital several times when I was living at home when she was suspected of trying to overdose. Will she ever go through with it? It scares me silly! But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life worrying about her – but if something does happen I’ll feel guilty! (Another complex she gave me!) As well as this, teher are other ways she seeks attention – by saying she might have cancer etc. I’m tired of it, and want to have my own life. What should I do?

I am so absolutely sick and tired of my life. I go through the motions daily, because I owe it to my daughter. But, I don’t know how much more I can deal with. I am a 42 divorced (due to ex’s alcoholism-he turned cruel and mean) woman with a beautiful five year old daughter. I wasn’t a planned child—I was adopted at three days old, and at the age of six, I was told. By the age of 12, I knew too well that I was not ‘first picked’—I was never told or shown that I was loved……as an only child, I was verbally and psychologically abused until I finally had to leave. It still bothers me to this day—I never could understood how my own mother, and her ‘cronies’ could be so cruel—for no reason other than meanness. I volunteered at the library, ran errands for the elderly, walked/rode in -athons to raise money for charities, tutored kids who needed help, —-everyone else seemed to appreciate me except my own family. I was, and am still to a fault, a nurturer and empathizer. Yet, where one would think that people appreciate that in a person, it has caused me nothing but grief. If it weren’t for the teachers in my life, I would probably be living on welfare or some kind of addict. I have never experienced ‘true love’ or ‘unconditional love’….My daughter who is also adopted, since I suffered from ovarian cancer at age 19 and lost one ovary, is my only salvation——and it breaks my heart because I cannot give her all of me. I blame myself for ‘her daddy’ leaving……I tried so hard to help him, to get him help, to do whatever he wanted–yet he still left—two years ago……and his family ‘protected him’ although everything he did to us was cruel and vindictive——moved out and we lost our home, car, etc……..and he refused to help pay anything, he just moved in with some girl he just met—-and guess what, they have a little baby of their own now……I have no other family so to speak, so my daughter only has me, and I feel like a basket case all the time…….Since I was denied family stuff when I was a kid, I always promised that my family would always celebrate everything with family..yet for the two years since my ex took off we have been alone for everything—thanksgiving, christmas, birthdays, soccer games, EVERYTHING..my heart breaks just thinking about it. i have tried to reach out in so many ways to others, but I dont even have a friend in which to talk to. the few friends that I did have kinda went their own ways after the divorce. so, here I am all alone, trying to make a life for my little girl and me. I am terribly sad about what her life has become as well as extremely angry that all the people that were in our life have ‘abandoned us’ She did not deserve this. I just don’t know what to do. I could write on and on about this.. I gave so much my entire life, and my career is based on giving back to at risk kids—which I love, but no one has ever been there for us. I have tried churches, support groups, etc. It is like we are invisible. so, dont offer advice about ‘helping here or there’—I have helped out more than anyone I know and have never been the recipient of any such help. Not that it was ever a thought on my mind when I volunteered all the time, just looking back, it seems that I always gave (because I wanted to) and now, when I need someone, ANYONE, there is NO ONE. and the part that makes me bitter is that it is affecting my daughter, no matter how hard I try to keep it from doing so. She deserves the world. Both she and I have so much love to offer and we desperately want a family to share our lives with—it just seems hopeless

The essay is on healthy living. A second opinion would be really helpful.

Creo que llevo una vida sana y intento estar en buena forma. Mi propósito para el Año Nuevo era comer más verduras, y ahora mi dieta es más equilibrada. En el pasado, comía muchos caramelos, pero hoy en día como chocolate el fín de semana único. No como mucho carne, y así que mi dieta no contiene suficiente proteínas. Para el deysayuno, normalmente tomo un trozo de fruta o un vaso de zumo de fruta. A veces mi madre hace zumo de naranja en nuestra casa en lugar de va al supermercado. No voy a la cafetería en el colegío, como normalmente espero hasta llego a casa comer. Pienso que se debe evitar la comida basura porque es perjudicial para el salud. Me gustaría hago más ejercicio, pero no tengo el tiempo a causa de mis deberes. Cuando era pequeña ira al polideportivo todos los semanas donde nadaba con mi amigo. Creo que estoy en buena forma salvo que no esté activo suficiente. No tengo los hábitos malos, pero a veces fumo un cigarillo el fín de semana, pero no digo mis padres. El tabaco causa muchos problemas como enfermedades cardíacas, enfermedades respiratorios y cáncer. Creo que el alcoholismo es un problema serio y es muy preocupante. El abuso de alcohol causa muchos enfermedades mentales además de problemas físicos. Hoy en día, muchos jovenes salen a noche embrracharse y botellones son un problema serio. Sin
embargo mis amigos y yo no bebemos el alcohol porque es adictivo y dañoso para el salud. En general, llevo una vida sana, pero me debe llevo una vida más activa.

In English, that should read:
I think I lead a healthy life and I try to stay in good shape. My new year’s resolution was to eat more vegetables, and now my diet is more balanced. In the past I ate lots of sweets, but nowadays I only eat chocolate at the weekend. I don’t eat a lot of meat, and therefore my diet doesn’t contain enough protein. For breakfast I usually have a piece of fruit or a glass of fruit juice. Sometimes my mother makes orange juice in our house instead of going to the supermarket. I don’t go to the canteen at school, as I wait until I get home to eat. I think you should avoid junk food because it is detrimental to health.
I would like to do more exercise, but I don’t have time because of my homework. When I was little I went to the sports centre every week where I swam with my friend.
I think I am in good shape except that I am not active enough. I don’t have any bad habits, but sometimes I smoke a cigarette at the weekend, but I don’t tell my parents.
Smoking causes lots of problems like heart disease, respiratory disease and cancer. I think alcoholism is a serious problem and is very worrying.
Alcohol abuse causes mental illness as well as physical problems. Nowadays, lots of young people go out at night to get drunk and botellones are a serious problem.
My friends and I don’t drink alcohol because it’s adictive and damaging to health. Overall, I lead a healthy life but I should lead a more active life.

Any comments are appreciated. :)

so a moms a crack head and she has 4 children .atleast every 2 weeks she goes out on a binge and leaves her kids home alone for 2+ days. The youngest is 3 and the oldest is 15. So the 15 yo is left home to take care of the children bc the father has work. She has to cook breakfast/ dinner change diapers deal with kids she didnt have. the dad leaves at 3am and comes home at 5pm. The mom has been to several rehabs and meetings ect. We once went through cps it was for 6 months, my mom had to giver urine on different days of the week she hd to go to court and keep up with the judge on how she is progressing, at 1 point she wasnt aloud to sleep at home or be around her kids then she started to get visitation priveleages like 2 hours a day 4 hours ect. All this lead up to 6 months clean(thats when shes under pressure of CPS) now 1 year has went buy and she must of left like 10 times already and shedrinks almost every night. I waqnt to call CPS but idk what would happen to us? since we already went through it once? My dad is 100% clean so he would probably get custody of us? i hate how im a 15 yo worrying about this…

i hate my body. i hate everything about it. i hate it that i have huge boobs and a huge butt. yea my bf loves it but i cant feel comfortable wearing nothing. what the hell do i do?!

i come to my senses that i need to lose weight i constantly look at pictures with thin bodies but its like that doesnt stop me from binge eating. eating more than i should just because its good.

my mom is brazilian she cooks every.single.day. and everyday its something delicious and i have to eat it. were a big family so i cant jsut tell her to stop cooking i have 3 older brothers for God’s sake. how can i just stop and get the courage to start working out so by this summer ill have a rockin body?

im 140 lbs and 5’4 so i KNOW that by this summer i can achieve 120. i know i can everyone tells me 20 lbs is easy. so why cant i do it?

I just hate myself right now i need help. how can i get encouragement.

Last year, my mother went to rehab because she was addicted to crack. From there I moved in with my Grandparents who smoke (cigarettes) all the time in my house and my lungs are terrible. Before that, my Step Dad moved in and always abused her. I hae two brothers, but all of us have differen’t fathers. Several times before, I found a pipe in my toy box, in my mom’s purse, a baggie of crack in my bathroom and on the kitchen table. I knew she did it, but I did want to believe it. She always made excuses for some reason I in a way believed it because I wanted a better life. My mother never paid her rent, and our house was always trashed. By this time, I lived with my 3 year old brother and her. I was 12 years old. She later admitted to me that every night she went downstairs and did crack. Their is so much more than this you would never believe, but this is all I can fit. My question is, from what you’ve heard, would you be depressed? this is coming from a little girl, who has lived.

My mother just had an intracranial hemorrhage stroke last week, & her at-home situation is not the most conducive for her recovery. I currently work full time, but I don’t have enough time at my current employer to qualify for the Family Medical Leave Act (I’ve only been there for nine months). I need to have income to cover my minimal but still substantial bills. But I also would like to be able to care for my mother because I am completely positive that I can’t trust my stepfather to make sure that my mom makes the lifestyle changes that are necessary. My mom is an alcoholic, and she also smokes cigarettes. She also occasionally takes Vicodin (not prescribed). Her husband is also a smoker & an alcoholic, which is why I do not believe that he will be capable of caring & supporting my mother. Does anyone have any experience with caring for a parent & receiving pay through the state? Where would I go to get forms, info or anything else useful? Thanks to anyone who answers?

My mom came to visit about a month ago, and I took her to the Jack Daniels distillery where she bought a bottle of whiskey. Then they implemented the insane ban of liquids on planes, so she couldn’t carry it back with her. Can I send it to her in the mail?

Please help. In April my mom suffered a series of mini strokes and a mild heart attack. She had been living alone and doing fine (82 yrs old). The hospital wanted rehab because she was weak on one side. After a week in a nursing home she started hallucinating that people who have died were there. (my dad died a year ago). She has a blocked carotid artery and has since been diagnosed with Parkinsons. She is hallucinating such nightmarish things now that it is so scary because she is terrified at what she sees. She is always talking about her family being murdered, or shot in the head, a hit list on her family, etc. She can no longer walk on her own and is so scared she tries to get up to help whoever she is hallucinating about and ends of falling. This week she fell twice. I feel so bad for her because in her mind she is living this nightmare. Any suggestions on how I can comfort her. When I try to explain everything is o.k. I get a blank stare. Please help.

I just need to forget about everything and clear my mind for a little bit.

I’m in this fight with a few of my friends and I can’t stand it! They have always been there for me, for everything, and now we are in this fight. I have tried desperately to solve it, but it has spun out of control and people are taking sides. Something that originally was between me and one other girl turned into something between my school and our brother-school. It no longer involves me and the other girl, but it still affects us daily.

My father is in prison and for the last year, it has been terribly hard on us! He has been my role model since I was little and it’s so hard not having him around. My mother is an alcoholic and her alcoholism has been getting progressively worse. Last night she was passed out by 6pm and I spent an hour crying to me friends about how I didn’t know what to do with her, but I was concerned for her safety.

I just need to escape from all of this and clear my mind. I need a moment to breathe and think. So what do you all do when your going through something challenging?

When my husband was a child he grew up in a home filled with drugs. All kinds. His mother’s and step father’s drug of choice was speed/meth. His step father was abusive to my husband until the step father was caught hurting my husband ( who was o became only 13) and the step father was arrested. He used to find his mother’s drugs and pipes and flush them or break them, but eventually he became curious and tried himself. He became addicted. He was taken away from his mother at 15 and placed with his aunt. He became clean. We have been going out for years as teens. When we hit 20 we married. We had one baby girl and at that point he got a job that was graveyard shift. He fell back into drugs. He said it was due to stress and feeling that he needed to be able to stay up to work. I am a person who has lived a somewhat sheltered life, never done any drugs or drank or even had a cigarette so i didn’t see the subtle clues he was using again. I never thought he’d go back. When I did realize what was happening i left him and said he had to chose what life he wanted. Drugs or our family in one home. He quit. We moved away from his mom who still uses. I later had another baby, this time a boy. Soon after I caught him red handed using. This time i said he has to do more than promise me it wouldn’t happen again. I asked him to do out patient rehab and marriage counseling. As part of the rehab he cannot drink or do any drugs. He has slipped and drank 3 nights in less than 2 weeks. The meeting scheduled today he told me he was leaving to there but he went to his moms instead. I called his council er and found out he skipped class he admitted he went to his moms but swears he didn’t do anything but hang out. I don’t know what to do. I love him, he seems to want to stop, but weak willed, hes the father of my children. i asked him to leave for the night but what do i do next?

When my husband was a child he grew up in a home filled with drugs. All kinds. His mother’s and step father’s drug of choice was speed/meth. His step father was abusive to my husband until the step father was caught hurting my husband ( who was o became only 13) and the step father was arrested. He used to find his mother’s drugs and pipes and flush them or break them, but eventually he became curious and tried himself. He became addicted. He was taken away from his mother at 15 and placed with his aunt. He became clean. We have been going out for years as teens. When we hit 20 we married. We had one baby girl and at that point he got a job that was graveyard shift. He fell back into drugs. He said it was due to stress and feeling that he needed to be able to stay up to work. I am a person who has lived a somewhat sheltered life, never done any drugs or drank or even had a cigarette so i didn’t see the subtle clues he was using again. I never thought he’d go back. When I did realize what was happening i left him and said he had to chose what life he wanted. Drugs or our family in one home. He quit. We moved away from his mom who still uses. I later had another baby, this time a boy. Soon after I caught him red handed using. This time i said he has to do more than promise me it wouldn’t happen again. I asked him to do out patient rehab and marriage counseling. As part of the rehab he cannot drink or do any drugs. He has slipped and drank 3 nights in less than 2 weeks. The meeting scheduled today he told me he was leaving to there but he went to his moms instead. I called his council er and found out he skipped class he admitted he went to his moms but swears he didn’t do anything but hang out. I don’t know what to do. I love him, he seems to want to stop, but weak willed, hes the father of my children. i asked him to leave for the night but what do i do next?

i am an addict of meth who desperately wants a ticket to get clean..i have no support from social or family non addicts..very much in need of long term in patient rehabilitation and therapy..i am very much capable and experienced in quitting ..had a year..fell back.i am unable to sever my relationship with a “mother” who i obviously cannot feel anything other than life giving love for…but realisticaly, her choices during my upbringing and continual maturation were and continue to be of no positive or active role in improvement…this is no plea for attention .i need serious people who are capable of maintaining tough but also understanding of the many careful needs in such interventions
fighting to regain sobriety ,life ,career,and dreams!!!utmost self love

im a 19 year old guy in community college, i had a bottle of alcohol and it was in my backpack. i was at work today and she went through my backpack and found the bottle.

she is always in my room, fixing my bed and “cleaning” it. she said she was moving my bag and heard something like water getting tilted.

what are your thoughts on this? and do you think she is too nosy? because i do and i cant stand it….i just told her it was my friends

When my husband was a child he grew up in a home filled with drugs. All kinds. His mother’s and step father’s drug of choice was speed/meth. His step father was abusive to my husband until the step father was caught hurting my husband ( who was o became only 13) and the step father was arrested. He used to find his mother’s drugs and pipes and flush them or break them, but eventually he became curious and tried himself. He became addicted. He was taken away from his mother at 15 and placed with his aunt. He became clean. We have been going out for years as teens. When we hit 20 we married. We had one baby girl and at that point he got a job that was graveyard shift. He fell back into drugs. He said it was due to stress and feeling that he needed to be able to stay up to work. I am a person who has lived a somewhat sheltered life, never done any drugs or drank or even had a cigarette so i didn’t see the subtle clues he was using again. I never thought he’d go back. When I did realize what was happening i left him and said he had to chose what life he wanted. Drugs or our family in one home. He quit. We moved away from his mom who still uses. I later had another baby, this time a boy. Soon after I caught him red handed using. This time i said he has to do more than promise me it wouldn’t happen again. I asked him to do out patient rehab and marriage counseling. As part of the rehab he cannot drink or do any drugs. He has slipped and drank 3 nights in less than 2 weeks. The meeting scheduled today he told me he was leaving to there but he went to his moms instead. I called his council er and found out he skipped class he admitted he went to his moms but swears he didn’t do anything but hang out. I don’t know what to do. I love him, he seems to want to stop, but weak willed, hes the father of my children. i asked him to leave for the night but what do i do next?

I seen this story on the news tonight about a kid that was born addicted to heroin.He has all kinds of health problems and needs assistance just to read……. yet he has won an award for an Essay to pass a law that requires people on wellfare to be tested for drugs. if they fail and refuse rehab they lose their wellfare assistance.They should deffinetely pass that.his mother abanoned him when he was a baby but he has one of the most positive attitudes I’ve ever seen.

is going to graduate soon so she has to find a song related to her problem and i was thinking about good alcohol songs and i cant think of any they cant be about drinking more but they have to have a good end. I was going to used wasted but one of the other girls already played it!

and had in the past broken into multiple homes and stolen property and identity, I am scared he will steal my stuff as he steals from relatives. I feel vulnerable now and frightens. I am considering turning the break in in but he has multiple times threatened to kill everyone with guns he is obsessed with and all are terrified..noone does anything but occasionally turns it in..he takes off if he sees police so likely a restraining order won’t help –plus if I do that and he does not have my address that will give it to him..I am scared he will steals everything and too poor to replace as disabled. I am scared to leave the house right now..and regret going to my mom..she is dying though and I need to but this creep keeps hanging around her house. He broke in my shed on my mom’s property dozens of times and sold stuff and stole a credit card and charged $1000 before I found out and he will destroy my credit..he breakin houses and steals identities for drugs and being family no deterrant
what can I do..what would you do..since he is homeless, he is hard to serve and catch..plus vindictive maybe and dangerous..

In the past two years I have lost my father, underwent an enormous home renovation while living there, had a breast cancer scare, lost my year old granddaugther when her mother abruptly moved away with her, put my son through drug rehab for cocaine addiction, lost my job of 9 years and am now looking for a new one, my second son decided to live with his father, I will be turning 50 next week and my husband and I are separated because he feels I haven’t been there for him. My extended family all lives 1200 miles away and my few friends I have locally are married with busy lives of their own. I feel so alone and depressed. I don’t know how to handle all of this. I cry all the time despite the fact that I exercise regularly and eat healthfully. I go to church but dont know how to fit in. It seems no one really needs friends but me. I’m certain there are others out there who do, but I don’t know how to find them. Any help or advice would be appreciated.