As I sit, typing on this laptop, my mom is sleeping on the couch after leaving this morning to go to Oceans Eleven (casino). My mom is a gambling addict and has been for about six years now. It didn't take long for my mom to realize that she had a problem. She would go to GA meetings every week throughout my high school years.
She would "fall off the wagon" every once in a while and it seemed to happen every time around the 3 month mark.
I also had other family members that suffered with addiction. Drugs, alcohol, and gambling seemed to be a huge problem for them to control. I've made it my life to NEVER become and addict. Which is probably why I've never had more then a sip of champagne at my grandmother's wedding (yes my grandmother's). I also never did ANY drugs and I'm almost 19 and I have never gambled (except the scratch cards). I'm afraid that this horrible disease will rub off on me.
I plan to become a psychologist and help people who suffer from addiction and eating disorders. I wanna be able to help people, when I couldn't do so growing up.
Lately I have been growing so sick of my mothers actions with gambling. She told me she doesn't think she has an addiction. Except this morning when she admits that she does (DUH!).
I know that she will always struggle with this problem. I wish I could help her. I just don't know how.
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