Welcome to this life.

Welcome to my "blog". I hope to be honest and true and write from my heart. I hope to show how easy it is to become addicted to prescription drugs and how to recover.


So let me say "Hi". I am a 40 year old wife and mother. I felt the need to write because I felt like I was not being heard. I felt that my voice had been silent for so long and all of a sudden at 40 I needed to yell...... To shout..... To speak. And almost for the first time hear my own voice. To say my own words and mean what I say. And stand by it without people telling me that I was or that I didn't mean what I said.
This would be the one place that I could speak honestly.
So lets t things started shall we?   
I am 40 years old. I come from a big Irish/ Scottish/ Catholic family.
We grew up in Easton, Mass.
Let me explain Easton: In name only is it important. We didn't have a MacDonalds until I was 12. We didn't have a grocery store until I was 13. Easton was a cow town where at 5:00pm on Saturday you could not find a gallon of milk. And Sunday? Forget it. If you needed a pack of smokes on a Sunday? Good luck until Monday.
But for some reason the people that live in Easton were snobby. For what reason I will never know. To me it was just the place that I grew up. To others it was "right" town to live in. To be accepted into the right circles. My mother was never into fitting in with the crowd. She was an artist. A beautifully talented artist who could have taken over the Boston art scene with one painting.
I often wondered why she settled for a snobby town that really only had its population that thought it was great.
But then I remember that my Mother was there for the school system which at the time was second to none.
My poor Mother who had identicle twins who had learning disabilities. She was like warrior when it came to me and my sister. No evil could ever touch us. My mother made sure of that along with making sure that my sister and I got the education that we needed and deserved. My mother fought no matter what the issues were, no matter what the threats were. My Mom was a warrior.