Addicted – Part 1
When I decided to write a book to share my life with the rest of the world, do not really know what I would put an end to this decision were the changes in the more emotional I guess.
My story starts to become my addiction to alcohol and drugs since the age of eleven, at the age of thirty-five. During that period grew from child to adult. I married at twenty-two and four years later, had two daughters. They were the victims in this story, when I started to write, but did not take me long to realize that they were not the only victims.
because the girls were nine and seven when I hit rock bottom that they had already spent most of his life worrying and care about each other and me. When I started to sober, I realized that there was much more to live a sober life, which only stop using. I was eleven years old when I took my brain stopped maturing at the bottom, so when my body was free of alcohol and drugs he had to take a look deep and long at myself. What I saw I did not like and I almost used my addiction as a way to push all the painful things that were in progress for twenty years. At this point I felt numb.
I woke up in rehab after a long and painful rehabilitation and was no longer numb. There were so many things in my mind, body and soul, at first I really believed I could do this and the first time I realized that my advice had something to say. He said: "You're right, you're supposed to be, that's enough to make the first step of something that has not been practiced for years, honesty. I had no idea what I was saying, but soon begin to learn and I continue to learn from the past twenty years.
Honesty has always been very black and white for me. What I'm doing or saying is true or not true, but I still think when it comes to being honest with me gets a little 'more complicated.
How I spent three years with pain of writing the story of where it comes from, how they grew up, and my addiction started as a teenager, it was very painful for me. Everything that I thought I had felt in my life since getting sober, obviously not do with it. I started to sabotage my project for not meeting deadlines. Fortunately, I had a wonderful publicist, trainer, marketing – in reality it is a lot of everything and stuck with me throughout the book. Called me gently on my procrastination, excuses, and the number one problem, honesty.
Everything I had learned to be responsible for myself and be honest with myself since the beginning of my sobriety was the key to keeping me directly, but here I was beginning to justify and manipulate again after twenty years. I knew that the road would take me away, and had never used. I was there with a goal after having to retire from a job I had loved for eighteen years from early initiation of Alzheimer's disease, and that the objective was to share my story honestly, that led me to very vulnerable. I wanted to help a person, I wanted people to know that I had to help and do whatever he could. This
was my goal and with the support of my loving family, my coach and my editor every secret I ever had, every bad choice that he had done in my life was in black and white. The first week my book in print that he had reached my goal. A beautiful girl who had never met before to buy and read my book and I came out crying and thanking me because my story was to help her deal with someone in your life, living in an outbuilding. I was so happy for them and felt so good to me, but there was something wrong and went to the surface. Over the past two months I have lived a painful journey of great personal honesty and hope that my quality of life as it is now changing for the better, because I was honest with myself.
four years ago when I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease was diagnosed with severe osteoporosis and suffered through a pattern of fractures in the back and a knee injury that has been confirmed. Because of my history with drugs, I was told I had to go to a pain management clinic to address chronic pain, I have done knowingly and consciously. I was on drugs I knew in my head and heart that I should be on. I founded and started taking them and, of course, at times emotional struggle through writing my book now I see that was numb myself. There were physical changes that occur late and once again my family is very scared that Alzheimer's disease progresses, yes, but since the opening of it and to deal with the struggles of everyday life, not can do nothing but honest. I honestly believe some of the drugs are affecting me in my daily life. I think I'm addicted.