Week Two

My time of crisis started when I was an upperclassman in high school. Shortly before my senior year, my mother was checked into an alcohol rehab center to fight her battle with alcoholism. Her decision to finally get help with her problem made a major impact in my life. For one, it showed me the power of addiction and the strength, inner courage and desire it takes to overcome such an addiction. It also showed me how such an addiction can strain even the most powerful and strong relationships, but at the same time how such an addiction can bring people closer together and show what individuals are truly made of. My mother raised me as a single parent. With that being said she was my best friend. However, when she left to battle her addictions I felt a piece of me leave too. Her absence from my high school graduation, my moving in day at college and my overall everyday life put a great hole in our relationship. It took nearly three years for me to see her again and take the steps to rebuilding our relationship. This was such an emotion rollercoaster and crisis for me as I did not think that I could ever have the same relationship and friendship that I did with my mother before she left. But some how some way I found strength and courage, like she did, to overcome my own crisis and make the strides to find my friend again.