So Young yet so High

By Gwen Lerouy

This book is a true storya memoir of Gwen Lerouys life. She struggled with addiction to meth, bondages from Satan, her imprisonment. Its a struggle thats been for real. Addiction is like a scratch you cant itch. If you give in and itch, its got you. This book also talks about a spiritual awareness and outlook, with knowledge of how spirituality works. It provides guidance on how to understand and overcome. Gwen lives the life of hell, suffering through pain and heartache. This is a memoir you wont want to put down once you start your reading.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781532040139

Gwen Lerouy

My name is Gwen Lerouy. Im a recovering chronic meth addict. I am a married wife, a mother of 3, a licensed hair stylist, I love to write period. Im also an author as of now.

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iUniverse rev. date: 01/23/2018

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I    will start with telling you some of my childhood. Not all but some…I was born and raised in mn. I’ve lived here most of my life. I am the youngest of four. Dan, Devon,and Sammy are my syblings. My parents stayed married all the way up to my father’s passing. My parents are alcoholics and partied a lot during my childhood. My father was a veteran with bi-polar disorder, PTSD. He struggled threw out his life to stay stable and sober. He always worked hard. Then he became 100% disabled vet due to a accident during his time in battle. My mom was a stylist, then stayed at home with us kids. She was wonderful. Both my parents are. They just faught a lot during his manic times and alcohol use. I can remember several times my father got violent and the police had to come. My father would put his hands on my mom a lot in front of us. He’s done many things to her in front of us. He had lots of DWI’s and was unstable most of his life. I hated him because of what he all did to her. Later learning and understanding his mental health and alcoholism is why he did what he did. It was hard growing up in this household. My mom kept us together always and did everything for everyone else. She never was able to take care of anything for herself. She had to take care of my dad, and us. She’s a wonderful strong woman. I am the youngest of four and my siblings and I to this day aren’t very close due to what we all went threw during or childhood. I wish we where but we are not. My family today does’t call one another we are distant and when we do hang out it usually used to involve alcohol, or drugs. Not so mch now that we are older. I struggled as a child always felt left out, the youngest not smart enough, and always was left behind with the siblings because of the age difference.

All my syblings where moved out my parents partied the night before. My father was drinking again but sneaking his Yukon Jack downstairs. My mom was hungover and she was always mean whenever she was hung over. I went downstairs and caught my dad sneaking his alcohol. I told him mom knew, but instead went upstairs and told my mom what he had been doing. She got all crazy screaming at the top of her lungs…Quit your drinking! You DRUNK! He came upstairs and started choking her right in front of me. I started screaming and crying o the top of my lungs!! STOP, STOP!! Of course he didn’t. So I grabbed him by his throat from behind and kicked him in the back of his knees. Him then falling to his knees. I was scared to death but I