where do i start. my parents were drug addicts, heroin and crack mainly. dad was more of an alcoholic than anything. more alcoholics on both sides of the family. i am almost 25 years old. I have been high almost everyday for about 10 years. ive done pretty much every drug out there. favorites are pills, xanax, opiates, adderall, etc. but ill do whatever you put in front of me. I have a beautiful amazing 2yr old. She is everything to me. Only somewhat sober time ive had was during my pregnancy. Except I did take 1 vicodin from time to time while pregnant. Didnt take long to get back on drugs after i had her, I had a c-section which developed into a severe staph infection, had a gaping hole in my stomach for 4 months. Which meant I was prescribed vicodin during that time. Then started back on the xanax, just a lil at first to help with anxiety with practically raising an infant on my own. i already have panic attacks, ive had them since i was a kid. everyone on my dads side of the family gets them along with arrythmia's, tachtycardias, so suspect they are triggered by a heart problem anyways, the sleep deprivation brought them on strong. so then progressed to taking from 1/2 to 2 bars almost everyday. I am a great mom regardless of how horrible this sounds. I know im not perfect but i never slept through her crying at night, let her wallow in dirty diapers,or neglected her in any way. Even though i was ****** up i always played with her, talked to her constantly, taught her things etc. In the past 4 years I have lost both grandmothers who were my moms, cuz she was never around. Oct 2008 my best friend was killed in a car accident while i was on the phone with her. And three months ago my life came crashing down on me. My father, my best friend, the closest person ive ever been to, passed away. Even though he was an alcoholic he loved us (me, my lil bro and sis) deeply and always showed it. He was my rock, we just got eachother, we had always been close. i cant describe it. almost like soul mates but not in a romantic way. He was getting real sick over the past year, and may 12 he was told he had liver cancer, it was very, very aggressive and he died 16 days later. up until his last breath he was begging for us, for the doctors, anybody to do something. i remember him laying there skin and bones, with a painful bloated belly, eyes highlighter yellow, saying he didnt want to die, he wanted more time. and i felt so ******* helpless. it was not like in the movies where they just close their eyes and go, he was staring right at us, with this desperate, frightened, sad look on his face. then i saw his pupils dilate and he was gone. he was such a sweethearted, drop dead hilarious, loving man. and i miss him so much. i dream about him pretty much every night that hes still alive, just to wake up in the morning and reality is the nightmare. he is dead. and i think "**** this hurts", i can feel my heart breaking all over again, so i just pop some pills and try to numb it the best i can. what hurts so much is everything he will miss out on. my daughter, his only grandchild, was the greatest joy of his life. she still hands me the phone and tells me to "call pee-paw" she loved to talk to him and made me call him almost everyday. whether we just saw him or not. i hurt so bad for her that she will not have that wonderful man in her life that loved her so much, that she probably wont even remember him. since then ive sunken deeper and deeper into my addiction. its the only way i know how i guess. I know my dad, though he had his own addictions and would understand, would be so disappointed at how im handling this. i just miss him so much. he always told me just be happy-go-lucky life is too short not to. he always believed in me and knew i would accomplish my dreams, and i feel like i failed him in some way for not finishing school before he died. i just have so much pain inside. and feel so lonely. and im ashamed and guilty, and disgusted with myself, i am a smart person, i know im ******* up. i thought maybe if i put myself out there some people could relate and maybe help me with this. i dont want to be a ******* drug addict my daughter deserves better, i deserve better. im sick of needing this ****. i want to be stronger and be able to handle this **** better. I just dont know how to stop. My friend brandy has struggled with addiction and i have attended a couple meetings with her over the years, but never with the intention on quitting, just to go with her, but tonight i am going to try to get a sitter and go to one. i need to make it happen i cant do it on my own. i know that. thanks for reading if you got this far. i know theres no magic words someone can say that will make me never touch drugs again, im just looking for friends and advice. thanks.