Before you begin to read what I have to say, answer these few questions.
1. Have you ever drank alcohol?
2. Have you ever rode in a vehicle after the driver has been drinking or taken drugs?
3. Have you ever operated a vehicle after drinking or taking drugs?
4. Do you know anyone who has been killed by a drunk driver, or someone who has killed someone by drinking and driving?
If you have answered yes to any of these questions...remember...one second can end up being the last second you or another will have.
October 2nd, 2010 I decided to get into a vehicle after consuming over fifteen beers and several shots of tequila. I was new in town, so I decided to show up the boys who THOUGHT they knew how to drink. I was a female, and most females feel as if they need to prove they can drink a man under the table. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Females have a higher water content in their body, so it is a proven fact that females get intoxicated faster and stay intoxicated longer than males. Point is, male or female, trying to out drink someone is really ignorant. The more you drink, the less your mind is able to make decisions that you'll stand by in the morning.
After I got in the vehicle, my memory started to fade. I don't remember driving, I don't remember dropping a friend off, I don't remember the road I was even on. I think back and all I can see is the blue lights in my rear view mirror. There was no denying I was drunk. I was instantly asked to step outside of the vehicle. I did the sobriety tests and failed them drastically...blowing a .16 on my blood alcohol test. The cop asked me to turn around and handcuffed me. I was then put into the back of the cop car and taken to jail. I was arrested for a Driving Under the Influence, Driving Under Suspension, Open Container, and Minor Possession of Alcohol. My jail experience is beyond all doubt, the scariest thing I have ever been through. I was put in shackles, handcuffs, and put into a holding cell with a couple girls and several cat-calling males. I remember sitting there in that dull, cement room. Looking around I saw people who looked like they belonged there, people who had smiles on their faces, people who without a doubt were criminals... all I knew was that was not the place I belonged.
I was court ordered to do a lot for my DUI. I had to commit to fifty hours of community service, attend a class for two months about alcohol and drug abuse, take a class about safe drivers, and visit a prison. In my prison tour, I was in a group of about twenty girls. We had to hold hands with another girl and walk in a straight line. We were in the inmates home. No bars, no windows, no fence in between these prisoners. Our tour guides were four female inmates that had been locked up for sixteen years. Those four shared their stories with us. I was not only the youngest in my group, but the only one with a DUI. Out of the four, two of the inmates made sure to present their stories straight towards me...for driving under the influence was the very reason they were wearing that tan uniform with a printed reminder reading "inmate". One of them was arrested at 19. She was very similar to the person I was back then... a partier that always said, "Oh, I drive better drunk." She said that until she killed a three month old child by drinking a driving. The second woman was someone who still sends chills down my spine to this day. She told me that she was never a heavy drinker, that she had maybe been to three bars in her entire life. One day she had a couple beers and remembered she had to pick up a few things at the store. She then began to tell us that she wrecked and killed two children... an eight and two year old. As she paused, she continued to tell us that those two kids were her very own children inside her vehicle. She then put in my hands, pictures of her two children and of the vehicle after the wreck. That was the day that I realized I never will step foot in a vehicle after drinking or if the driver has been drinking.
The one thing I did, that wasn't court ordered, was grow as a person and learn to appreciate getting a DUI. During my process, I was living with my mother and my grandparents. My entire family drinks. Whether it's all day, a couple drinks a day, three times a week... my family drinks. My point in saying this is, it's not easy to quit when you're surrounded by drunks. It either makes you want to drink again or it makes you want to enforce them to quit. As tough as it got to get my point across sometimes, eventually my family supported me in my decision to quit. I have alcoholics on both my mother's and father's side of the family. I'm very prone to becoming a serious alcoholic. But learning from my mistakes in the past and seeing what condition I would be in if I kept drinking, makes drinking never an option.
Today, I'm a different person. Ten months ago I was a partier. I was the girl who wanted all the attention at a get-together. I was someone who drank until I couldn't or until I did something stupid. Today I'm the girl who stays sober. I'm the girl who can go to a party and not think twice about picking up any drink of alcohol. I will ALWAYS be the girl who knows that every decision I make is under a strong sober mind. My process to this life was the hardest but the most rewarding experience I've gone through. I know a lot of people who read this may never understand what it's like to not drink, to go through and see the things I saw, or to eliminate the only way they can feel accepted. A party life will never be a successful life. An alcoholic is nothing but a failure to life. To pick up alcohol and let it fade the image of the beautiful chance of life we are all given, is to let go of control on the only chance you're given.
From a sober mind,
Amanda Rae
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
What if?
"What If?" is a major question that is thrown around time to time. We often wonder what could be different about our situations in life...not as if many people take the effort to make a change, they still ponder the thought. Some situations are just simply impossible to change, so wondering "what if" seems to become quite over powering.
I've been reading some other blogs and basically, I got more of a back bone than I thought I had before. I read some intriguing stories and questioned myself, "Why do you constantly hide things?" This blog is about who I am and what I view. This entire time I thought it wasn't "right" to talk about things in my life, due to hurting or shocking a reader. I'm not the secretive type, I just choose to not talk about certain things. The fear of being judged has never concerned me either... I guess I'm just the "closed" type or I was too worried about letting someone close know how I felt about them. Well that whole "What if?" question popped into my head.
Think about this one...
What if I just don't care how I affect you, the reader, anymore. You're choosing to read this blog, right? No, I'm not going to come out and tell you all that I'm some massive murder or that I kill bunnies as a side job. Those are obviously false accusations. I'm going to put myself in some "What if" situations and basically elaborate how different my life
could have been. (Don't mistake this! I love who I am more than you possibly have loved anything in your life.) This is simply a blog to get the mind working and to discuss the make-up of who I am.
1. What if I had a functional family?
This was the first question that popped into my mind. Maybe this is due to the fact I'm recently having family problems, who knows? Point is I've never had that; white picket fence, two loving parents, dog in the front yard, welcoming home. Then again, nobody truly does anymore. I have divorced parents and I'm living in my grandparents trailer in South Carolina because... well we are poor. I had a father who neglected me for the most important years of my life. I have a mother who was more of a best friend than a mom, which wasn't always a good thing. My entire family's kryptonite is alcohol. I have a family member that nearly died from the refusal to put the bottle down and a grandfather who drinks coffee with his beer in the mornings (That's just gross!).
Well if I had a functional family... I would either be the most obedient teenager or a sketchy kid who broke the rules. Knowing my personality, I probably would have rebelled and became worse than I turned out. My parents probably would have no idea that I was crushing a xanex into a blunt in my room or popping bottles of Tequila at the party down the street. See growing up, my mother was aware of everything I did. She knew about the alcohol, the weed, and the drug addiction. Instead of trying to force me to stop, she allowed it. She must have known the kind of kid I was because I ended up quitting after a tragic experience and haven't touched a drug in nine months. Parents who judge other parents for allowing certain things to happen behind closed doors, keep your judgments to your damn self! If she would have told me to stop, I'd still be hiding bars in my purse or smoking a cigarette in the school bathroom at lunch time.
2. What if I had my child?
If you didn't know it yet, you know it now... I am supposed to a mother. If it was a boy, his named would have been Jet Ryan Lamot. If it was a girl, her named would have been Kalen Marie Lamot. I got pregnant at the age of sixteen with a boy who I thought was everything I needed in life. Some good things come out of bad situations. The child unfortunately is not here today, but I also am no longer with the man who lied about his entire life. But what if? What if I had my baby on September 25th as planned? Well for one, I'd love that child more than anything and most likely be stuck with a man who didn't care who he hurt in attempts to be dominant. The distant family, who is bound to read this, probably would have shit their pants and called me a horrible child. Well I had sex, got pregnant, and would have supported that child no matter what got in my way. If that makes me a whore, failure, or whatever else you've got in mind... so be it! For those who frown upon being a teenage mother, my child left this world February 26th 2010. If you just smiled inside for the sakes of my future, I hope you fall off a cliff.
3. What if I believed in love?
A little insight for you readers, I didn't choose to believe or not believe in the things I do. I don't think one can just force a thought into the mind and completely believe it. I don't just refuse to be in love, I can't get my mind to accept it. But, If I did...what would be different? Would I "fall in love" with some boy?Maybe some of the previous boys I blew off would have stuck around. I would have been in more than three relationships and wouldn't enjoy being single in all aspects of life. I most likely would end up as just another heart broken girl on her desperate attempt to find her Mr. Right. Thankfully this is just "What if" because the sound of that sends an impulse of nausea to my stomach.
Wondering what could have happened or if that should have happened is basically a test for the pride within yourself. No matter what question is brought upon you, you should always embrace the person you are. "What if" questions just make me realize why I admire my family, who I've become, and every flaw I've got.
Yours truly,
Amanda Rae
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Crash!
You wake up. It's nine thirty but you were supposed to get up at seven. Your alarm clock is blinking because the power went out in the middle of the night. You still have to get dressed, grab something to eat, and rush to work. You keep trying to call your boss to tell them you are on the way, but you keep losing signal. So as you are driving in a hurry down the road, everybody on the road seems to be driving under the speed limit, traffic is horrible, and you still can't get any service. The world seems to be shitting on you basically. Well that intense, horrible morning will get better! You may get fired, lose a raise... the possibilities are endless... BUT life always gets better. In order for life to have a better outcome, you must make that outcome happen. You can not sit back and let life fix itself, you have to take action.
Readers, I'm going to let you in on some information in my life... I'm only seventeen but just as most people these days, I've had my tussles with many tragedies. I honestly have never had a good role model. Every thing in life I learned, I had to learn through an experience. Whether it be drugs, sex, or violence. But throughout being a lousy child, I grew up and became a wonderful person. Life is all about taking a horrible thing and making a better outcome. You can never "give up" on the effort for a better life... because you can always, ALWAYS, achieve the greater.
I refuse to identify people, but I have a close person in my life who is drinking their life away. This person is the one who inspired me to continue my life with art and never give up on my talent. I've tried numerous efforts to keep this person away from the drinking and keep to the things in life that make one happy. Well every effort has failed and this person refuses to think of anyone except for themselves... So I informed this alcoholic that I will not watch them drink their life away and stepped away from this issue...no longer giving any effort to influence them to quit . Am I wrong? Maybe. But alcoholics know nothing other than the mood enhancer they drink out of a can or bottle every day. The family, the friends, the pure amazement of having a life seems to vanish right before them, without even noticing. A drunk drinks that reality away and never has to live with the pain like the sober ones around them. My advice to you, don't drink to the point to where you become addicted. An alcoholic is a failure, no matter what view point you are looking at it from. They can achieve the sober life, with a tremendous effort... but it can be done.
Readers, simply think about life. Life is so precious... whether you are living for yourself or living for a beautiful family. The thought of taking each breath, walking with one foot in front of the other, being able to touch and feel, everything in life is amazing... don't ever take it for granted or do anything in life to fade that precious experience we are given.
Just some insight from yours truly,
Amanda Rae
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