Speak Up

I remember the first time i saw my dad on meth, its like he wasent even there. It was one of the worst things ive experienced, he looked horrible and was talking about things i had never heard before. I couldent believe that it was really happeneing so i just forgot it and moved on. I had always denied he was on meth, i was afraid to accept that my dad, my role model, was on meth. The day had finally come that i just had to swallow my fears and all the lies that i had told my self and except the fact that he was an addict. A dad was not all that i lost, i lost a family being together, and everthing we use to have. Ive always wondered what would my life be like if my dad had never used meth. Where and who would i be, would my family still be together but its to late for that. Things just arent the same now, everyday i think of how this happened and that thing should be different. I shouldent have to worry about my dad all the time, where is he at, is he ok, but i just had to grow up alot faster than other kids. It hurts to hear my friends and their parents talk about old memories and things they have done and when i looke back i just see the memories of looking after my dad and wondering where he is. I just hope that my story will help others see that no matter how bad life is never turn to drugs, they can erase your family and life and you'll lose everything you ever had. I pray every morning and night that someday i will get my dad back and see what its like to have that relationship, but i guess its just a dream.