So let's talk about drugs, most of us try them at least once. I've done my fair share, but I never did any of the hard core stuff. Drugs is a very controversial topic. Every one has something to say, I feel as if though people who don't have someone close to them who is an addict, don't really know what they're talking about when they say that. My siblings, my father, my best friends are all addicts. I don't even know who they are anymore. The people I'd always thought I'd always be able to count on can't even depend on themselves.
As I sit here, hiding in my bedroom because all of my siblings are under the same roof, I wonder. Why are we so estranged? I love them very much but like them very little. They have always been not so nice to me, and I've always been there for them. It is utterly disgusting what drugs turn your own family into. It's not that I don't love them, I just don't care to deal with them. Here I am, 25 years old. I'm raising my two girls and my niece. My sister is living the dream. -sarcasm-. I pray every day that she cleans up her act, that she will want to be the woman I know she can be. I don't give myself enough credit. And, quite honestly when I hear people say "you're doing a great job" or "she's lucky to have you" It takes me a while to register the compliment. My thought process is 'keep the kids alive, keep them occupied, keep them happy, keep them clean, keep them fed, keep teaching them' it's just my job. To love, guid...
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