There is a common misconception in society that addiction does not impact the family, but has a serious affect on the addict.
I’m the daughter of two addicts and I strongly believe it’s a family disease.
The seriousness of addiction on the family for me has meant growing up in dysfunction and chaos with a huge secret, feeling responsible for my parents and my two younger brothers, and as a young adult, struggling proufously with myself.
I wish I could feel relaxed and happy. But the baggage from my childhood has meant that I find life very difficult.
Today is an incredibly low day.
I’m grieving after only admitting the issues in my family some months ago.
I’m suffering ptsd.
I wish there was a magic cure. But there’s not. All I can say is I realize the seriousness of addiction on family members.