Narrative Essay for English 101
English101/ Narrative Essay
I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a lifelong path. This is the story of my addiction, the path that lead to my recovery and how to prevent a similar situation for teens today. At the age of sixteen I became a mother of a beautiful little girl named Gemini. I never had a mother and father that were together who made me feel loved unconditionally. Life as a young adolescent was a struggle for me because my mother never worked and my father wasn’t involved till later in my life. I didn’t grow up with material things because my mother was unemployed after I was born and I had to share with my three older brothers. Having my own child allowed me to give her the love and life I had always longed for. Unfortunately, I was living a fantasy of what I wished my childhood was like and didn’t realize what it really took to care for a baby. Having a baby gave me the mind that I could do as if I was a full grown adult and party it up on weekends. Running the streets and smoking marijuana was the start of my path, until eventually that got old and I moved on to the harder drugs with my friends. When I was eighteen years old my teeth started to bother me so I went to the dentist where they had pulled out my wisdom teeth. The dentist assumed there was going to be pain present
I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a lifelong path. This is the story of my addiction, the path that lead to my recovery and how to prevent a similar situation for teens today. At the age of sixteen I became a mother of a beautiful little girl named Gemini. I never had a mother and father that were together who made me feel loved unconditionally. Life as a young adolescent was a struggle for me because my mother never worked and my father wasn’t involved till later in my life. I didn’t grow up with material things because my mother was unemployed after I was born and I had to share with my three older brothers. Having my own child allowed me to give her the love and life I had always longed for. Unfortunately, I was living a fantasy of what I wished my childhood was like and didn’t realize what it really took to care for a baby. Having a baby gave me the mind that I could do as if I was a full grown adult and party it up on weekends. Running the streets and smoking marijuana was the start of my path, until eventually that got old and I moved on to the harder drugs with my friends. When I was eighteen years old my teeth started to bother me so I went to the dentist where they had pulled out my wisdom teeth. The dentist assumed there was going to be pain present