The Things I Carry As A Mother

The Things I Carry As A Mother

I believe my past drug abuse and anorexia affect the way I have developed into the mother I am today. At the age of twelve, I made the decision to start using drugs without think-ing how it would affect my life. All I cared about was being accepted by my peers; no one else was important. It didn’t take long for my family to realize I was using drugs, once they found out; we began having a lot of family problems. With the family problems I was having over my drug use, I felt no one cared, like everyone was out to get me. The only thing I felt I had control over was my weight. Needless to say, I became anorexia and also developed bulimia. This ill-ness went on until the age of nineteen. By this time, I was down to sixty-seven pounds and knew I had to do something to beat this illness.
Finally, the only solution I had was to get married and have a child; someone that I could love. So I eventually found someone to marry me for who I w...