Love Old Hippies don’t die they just fade into Crazy grandparents shirt so much. I’m gonna share a little of what’s on my mind. I don’t know what it’s like to seriously struggle with drug addiction. I don’t know what it’s like to be dependent on a drug so much so that you will give everything up for it, but I DO know what it’s like to struggle, so I’m gonna talk about that. I refuse to be a product of my environment. And a lot of people ARE. I come from the other end of drug addiction. My mother ran away to the Carolinas of all places, and was a serious hippie.
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She came home to Hatfield Indiana and told her family that she was coming home because all of her friends were either dead or in Jail. She came home in her Early 20s and was in a rehab program. My father was also in that rehab program but I don’t know what for. This is where they met, fell in lust, and had me. Dad left. I don’t think he was ready and he didn’t think I was his child. But a few years later he has the DNA test done and discovered I was his, and things changed from there. My father rapidly recovered but my mother fell back in.
Again, I don’t know what that’s like. My dad moved to TN, married his beautiful wife and settled down. He gave his life to The Lord and it was pretty good. We never had a close relationship. He had his life there and I had mine in Indiana. I didn’t like it but it was what it was. I had been in foster care some, I lived with my grandparents some, and when I was 6 I moved to TN to live with my dad because my momma went to a female prison. That was a good thing for her. She got clean and when she was on house arrest, I went back to live with her at 8 years old.
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Things were fantastic for a few years honestly. It was everything I wanted, but my mom wasn’t content. Life happened and she fell again. She was able to manipulate everyone around her so much so that when I began to speak out no one believed me. Because Old Hippies don’t die they just fade into Crazy grandparents. My mom had changed SO much for the better and it was honestly unbelievable that she could go back, literally. So she learned how to have one foot in and one foot out of sobriety.
She learned how to act and trained her mind to think a certain way when she was with her family and sober friends, but at the end of the day… it wasn’t truth. So things spiraled out of control and I looked like the crazy one because no one believed it…. and I wanted to die honestly. I wasn’t ready to go through what I had already went through, but there I was. Hind sight, I was safe for the most part and it was okay.