Hi. My name’s Sandra and this is quite embarrassing for me to even post, but here it is anyways. My old man an I are in a methadone clinic together trying to get better an do something positive with our lives for a change. However, we’re also taking in my sister who’s not yet sober but wants to be so bad. She wants to better her life and get her children, my niece and nephew back. I’m determined to help her and get her the same help I’m getting. My old man is the hardest worker I’ve ever seen in my life. He works all day and most of the night in his shop. Unfortunately, due to a medical issue he will be out of work for atleast 30 more days and maybe ever longer than that which has been really hard on us financially. We barely have gas to make it to the clinic to get the help we need, we’re 2 almost 3 months behind on our mortgage now, we scraped up enough to pay the minimum to not have our lights cut off but the next bill is here again, and we’re adding another person to our home which is gonna increase our expenses even more, but helping her is something we just can’t turn away from. All that being said… We recently hit a deer a week and a half ago messing up our truck. My old man’s car needs a new transmission and some other work done before it’s ready to drive again but since he’s out of work that’s his main focus at the moment. This is some of the hardest times I’ve had to go through other than losing my son to cancer. I only mentioned my son not for pity but for whoever is reading this to understand that I’m not just some junkie… I lost my only child and lost myself when I lost him a month before his 3rd birthday. I didn’t just say oh let’s try drugs they look like fun. I was trying to drown out my pain… Numb myself from feeling the everyday hurt of losing my child my only family. I don’t have anyone else in my family they all just stopped being in my life once I was 18. They just kinda pushed me and my son aside and moved on with their lives. I was pregnant at 16 had my son at 17. I was looked down on, called a slut even by my own family, by my own father, and I was treated completely different because I decided to keep my son. I was raped by a man who was 40 some years old when I got pregnant at 16 and yet I was slut shammed for it. Mainly I think because I decided to keep my child but I don’t believe in abortion I think it’s absolutely cruel. Babies didn’t ask to come in this world or be made. The option of adoption was still on my mind until I got to feeling him move and the more I felt him and the closer I felt to him the less adoption seemed like the choice for me. When he was born I was dead set on him never leaving my side… But God had other plans and when that happened to my lil boy I just couldnt seem to get past it and that’s my story of how I ended up on drugs. Now I’m sober and as of now still in the clinic but as my dose goes up eventually I’ll be at a good point where I can stop filling papers every week to up my dose and I’ll be okay and comfortable where my dose is. Then I can start to file papers to decrease my dose and slowly work my way down until I wean myself off of the methadone and be sober on my own again. Anyways back to the point if there’s anyway you can help us out with our hard times we would be very appreciative!
Thank you so much for taking the time to hear our struggles.
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