Hey all, Ernesto here. I wanted to start sharing my own story of addiction and recovery with the hope that it can reach others and help them in their struggles. The series will be in chronological order and will be comprised of my Addiction Testimonials that will eventually lead up to my Recovery Testimonials.
Also, please keep in mind that all testimonials, essays, poetry, art, music, etc is welcomed to the site with the hope of being an outlet of expression. Feel free to send anything you may want to share to my email ernestosthompson@gmail.com, and from there, we’ll figure out how to post it to your liking. Anyway, here’s part one of my story.
Pt.1 of Addiction Testimonials: Destined for Addiction
My story of addiction has its root in the home I was to be born into. See, before I ever stepped foot in this world, almost everyone that I’d eventually come to know as my family circle was abusing drugs and alcohol. The year was 1980, but by then there was already a history of marijuana, cocaine, LSD and alcohol abuse in my own parents, my uncles and aunts and my grandparents; basically, two solid generations of abuse, not counting the third generation that I would eventually form.
The place was Miami, Fl., and as I already mentioned it was the 80’s. Cocaine was invading every street of the city whether in powder form, present in high-rise penthouses on Brickell, or crack rock form, in the forgotten gutters of Liberty City. It seemed no family, home, or community was secure from the disease that was taking hold. My family seemed like the textbook scenario: Fatherless men coping with their fears and painful childhoods by turning to inebriation; several generations of co-dependent women making excuse for their husbands, rationalizing at least he doesn’t touch the kids or beat me. Then I show up…Read Part II of Addiction Testimonials
08/04/2009 at 10:06 am Permalink
Sounds like your environment had you destined for failure.