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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

A strong women

The psyche I look up to hit rock bottom at iodine point and was subject to become a discontinue person that they didnt go level(p) existed. Seeing them go through all the obstacles showed me how strong of a person they truly are and made me admire them. This person is my mummy. My mom was a high school dropout imputable to having me at a late age (16). She was trying to raise a child and fight an colony at the analogous beat. Trying to deal with all these different obstacles screw be hard on someone especially when you feel stuck and worry you have promptlyhere else to go, moreover my mom ound a better race run to be on.My mothers name is Jessica, she is 5 feet 10 inches. In her youth she had miry blonde hair that was so beautiful and long. She was unfeignedly thick due to how much alcohol she was consuming and alcohol also makes you consume a lot of food. Jessica also had an accent because shes originally from Georgia. My mom started drinking at the age of 13. It was a constant struggle for my mother, she turned to drinking because she was in a very depressed state of mind because she felt stuck and didnt real know where she belonged. My mom also grew up in kind of a dysfunctional household with an alcoholic father.Her parents got a divorce and thats when my mom really started drinking a lot. My mom would leave home a lot, even sometimes not come home for days at a time. She would leave me there for her younger brother to take care of. This is a rough patch my mom went through in her life in the lead she became the person she is today. Jessica started leaving to AA which stands for Alcoholics Anonymous at the age of 20 two. I remember my mom taking me to a few meeting and me be scared ecause I really didnt know what was red ink on because I was such a young age.My mom relapsed after being reinvigorated for about half a year on pain medication. She omit and hurt her neck at work and even when her neck got better she continued taking the pain pills because she thought in her mind that she was really still in pain, but that was Just because she was addicted. The second and final time she relapsed was shortly after she stopped taking the pain pills she started drinking once more like crazy. She eventually stopped drinking at the age of twenty four. At this time I had more of n understanding of what was going on and I was really scared for my moms life.During this time my father took me out from my mom and immediately after she realized I was gone she attempt her hardest to clean up. My mom always says It was you that really made me clean up I couldnt deal with myself if I lost my daughter from choosing alcohol everywhere you. My mom thankfully made it through this obstacle. My mom received her GED at the age twenty five and started to attend school at Diablo vale College. She attended Diablo Valley for three years then transferred to University of Berkeley and majored in sociology.My mom is currently attending Grad school at Denver fix and is going for Social Work. The situation I have seen my mom get well has given me hope. It takes a really strong person to take themselves sour the wrong course and put themselves on the right one. My mom is now creating a bright future for herself and she proved to me that no one tin stop you but yourself. I go forth always continue going to meetings with my mom and being a big support system because I am truly proud of her. Going through obstacles like these raft really break a person down.My mom is a person who changed her negative into a positive. She used everything that happened to her as motivation to become a better person because she didnt want to continue to be on the same bad course in her life. My mom being an alcoholic of course brought some negative events into my life at a young age, but I was able to get through it because I saw what she was able to overcome. My mom influenced me to basically be a strong individual and to never giv e up on yourself because if you work hard enough your dreams will come true.

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