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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Location: Boise

My mom is an addict. She has been doing meth my whole life. I didn't know up until about 2 years ago. I never really thought much of her staying out all night. I just thought that she liked to drink and got too drunk to drive home. I never really thought much of her staying up all night cleaning house. I have found 3 meth pipes in her room in the last 2 years. I will not tell the cops because I love her too much. Even though she has always been on the drug she has always been a functioning member of society. She has always kept a job and has always (barely) managed to pay the rent. I have told my family what she does but they think she will snap out of it. My whole life I have had to raise myself due to the fact she wasnıt really around. My dad was an addict too - my parents divorced while I was a baby. He had been in prison most of my life. He is now doing pretty good for himself and swears he hates tweakers and says he will never be one again. I pray for this to be true. I cannot truly say that I believe him but I have high hopes. The meth has made my father slightly crazy over the years but he is still very smart. His brain is at a young maturity level it seems and he makes for more of a friend than a father. My mom binges on the drug. She is up for about 3 nights straight every week and sleeps every second she can the rest of the week. On her days off from work is when she seems the highest. Thursdays and Sundays I don't come home because those are her days off and I don't want to see her. Some days when she is high she is extremely happy, other days extremely mad. I don't like to test my luck so I stay away. In the past couple years I have come to acknowledge that almost every person I have ever looked up to in my life has been a junkie. It depresses me. My mother used to make me sell prescription pills to our neighbors for money. I have seen people shoot up meth and heroine at a very young age. My mom told me that they had diabetes and it was there medicine. I just recently understood what I saw all those years ago. People that I looked up to have overdosed and died. Death no longer affects me. My mother has made me cold hearted and itıs impossible for me to trust anyone anymore. Sometimes I wish I was dead but something inside tells me to keep fighting. One day I WILL be someone great. I will not let meth determine my life.

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