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Self-Publishing: Trying to Save $

 

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So many of us try to save money on steps with publishing. Yes, I have also. That is why I have taken my books from Infinity Publishing (2) and self-published them with Create Space.

I have published 4 paperback books and 2 handbooks, all available in Kindle.

I am now working at my first fictional book The Rusty Years. It’s about a 92-year-old woman looking back at her mistakes. After writing 3 memoirs about losing members in my family, especially 2 with alcohol abuse, ( a husband and daughter) I want my followers and readers to see there is a lighter side to me. They were painful books to open up to with the world of mistakes, but hopefully, they will help others.

This time around, I may be tempted to see if an agent would have the interest in looking at the book with its twists and turns with emotion and ending with a woman dying in peace with her past finally solved. What kept her deep in the past that held her from enjoying life to the fullest?

I feel this book has the potential of growing fast with word of mouth with a surprising end. A book that a publisher may want to grab onto themselves.

If my query letters keep coming back, I will again go with Create Space hoping the sales grow to get someone’s attention. People think authors swim in money. If they only knew the struggles we have with promoting and marketing. There are thousands or millions of authors who are talented with their writing and get lost in the dead-end pile of queries landing in the basket.

Was it worth me saving money by self-publishing? I will have to sit back and see it the books become known. I tell myself no more promoting and then an idea hits me and I burst with energy to contact locations to help me again. It’s a ride up and down hills for the author.

I am hoping the book is completed by the end of this year.

Alberta

2016 A New Year for Recovery

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Great Info for the family of the addict, family, and counselors
By MSH58 

 "I have learned a lot from family and friends who are in recovery and this book took it one level deeper. The stories are raw, honest and heartfelt from the people who lived through the pain and came out on the other side. I would recommend this book to family members or friends who want to know how an addict/alcoholic thinks. It's also could be a good way to open a conversation with a loved one who is struggling to come to grips with whether they have a problem. We all want to know the right way to handle things and I think Alberta's book gives us insight that there is no "pat" answer that applies to every addict. Bravo to the folks telling their stories!"

Are you going insane trying to figure out how to help your loved one with drinking or use of drugs? Are you a substance abuser feeling alone and helpless with recovery.

You are both not alone. Read What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic and Addict: In Their Own Words and hear from thirty-four recovering substance abusers who found their way to being sober or from those on the path of recovery.

What gives them the strength to fight and come out winning? What are they looking for from family members to help them? This is the family book for individuals not knowing how to reach out to the addicted or finding mental and physical help for themselves. It's a private battle 24/7.

After losing her husband, Richard Lopes and her daughter, Lori Cahill, both of North Dighton, Massachusetts, Alberta Sequeira went to the direct source for answers....the addicted themselves.

All her books are in paperback and Kindle and can be purchased at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira

December's Apparition with Our Lady in Medjugorje in Bosnia

December 25, 2015

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The apparition began at 2:08 pm and lasted 10 minutes. Afterwards Jakov, one of five other visionaries, transmitted the message from Our Blessed Mother to the people. He has received all ten secrets in September of 1998 and sees Our Lady once a year on Christmas Day. What a present!

Our Lady's Message to the World:

Dear children! All these years that God permits me to be with you are a sign of the immeasurable love which God has for each one of you and a sign of how much God loves you. Little children, how many graces the Most High has given to you and how many graces he desires to give to you. But, little children, your hearts are closed and live in fear, and do not permit Jesus to have His love and His peace overcome your hearts and to begin to reign in your lives. To live without God means to live in darkness and never to come to know the Father's love and His care for each of you. Therefore, little children, today in a special way pray to Jesus that as of today your life may experience a new birth in God and become a light which will radiate from within you, and thus that you may become witnesses of God's presence in the world to every person who lives in darkness. Little children, I love you and daily intercede before the Most High for you. Thank you for having responded to my call.
In Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
Cathy Nolan
Mary TV

How to Spend Christmas!

 

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Christmas means different things to individuals. I hope the first is the great fulness of the birth of Christ. Our Savior who was born of the Virgin Mary to save us and give us hope.

It’s a time to be thankful of the good that has happened to us and finding a reason for the bad times and trying to get through the painful days with a loss. Anytime is agony with death, but Christmas leaves a gap that doesn’t have a way of being filled. Instead of being joyful, we push our loss deep down to hide our true feelings, and force an outside face of enjoyment with being around everyone in our company.

Others enjoy Christmas for the excuse of family members to be together. It’s a sad time when siblings live too far away to join in the laughter and fun in our family.

The bathroom scale starts to hid behind a door dreading the time for a human to step on it’s back after December 26th. I am 3 days from the night before (with family dinner at one home) and 4 days until Christmas with another family dinner, after the candy dishes face me, the chips and dips, the bread treats, or whatever calls me to its location. I have already started to celebrate with every piece of candy in sight. My outfits are getting tighter and the holiday is not here yet. God bless stretched waists slacks!!

After Christmas, we try to get over the shock of our weight gain to face New Years. Another day to stuff our body with unnecessary food and delicious pastries.

One week ago, I jumped (don’t think I can now) with happiness getting onto the doctors scale to be weighed. The smile came across my face seeing I lost about 3 “huge” pounds. I think I have gained them back with maybe another pound or two hugging my hips and stomach. I look in the mirror, which I rarely do now, and wait for the rest of my body to catch up to the one that just passed it.

The older we get, the harder it is to lose the weight. Heart patients and diabetics fight temptation ( I for one) with keeping to a diet for the reason of survival. The routine statement comes from everyone, “You can start a diet after the holidays!” I’m afraid by then, I’ll be too far gone to be saved.

I am thankful that my next doctors appointment and AIC blood test is due in February. I have a month to be miserable by going back to a bluh diet and impress the doctor on how good I had been without eating “too much” through the holidays.

Since we are all busy at this time, I want to wish all of you a very happy and blessed Christmas and a promising New Year of 2016 soon to greet us.

Alberta 

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Losing a Child from Alcoholism

 

Please, God, Not Two        Lori's picture for book (2)

Sequel to Someone Stop This Merry-Go-Round

There can't be a pain worse than losing a child. It doesn't matter how or where. They can be an infant up to adulthood, and the pain can still hit you like nothing else. The shock of being in the category of losing a child is devastating. It always happens to others we think. There is no protective bubble around us with this kind of loss. 

When we lost Lori, I felt my world end. It had been bad enough losing my husband, Richie, but not a second family member. How could I have been so blind? Easy. The addict hides their actions and habit for years before it is even known that there is a problem. 

I blew off her last year in Dighton-Rehoboth High School as just following the crowd and would stop drinking once she graduated. I never related it to a family disease that was very high on her dad's side. Foolish thinking for someone who buried a husband from alcohol abuse. Even family members go into denial like the addict or become huge enablers bringing them deeper into their addiction.

Lori got married, had two beautiful children, Meagan and Joe, and we thought she had it all. Life changes and we found out when she was 37 years old that she had an alcoholic problem. Before admitting herself into the Gosnold Rehab in E. Falmouth, MA, we never knew it. 

The next two years had Lori in and out of the Gosnold twice and once in Butler Hospital in Providence, RI. Her stage of life from drinking had her lose a solid Payroll Manager position, her car had been repossessed, lost her home and her dignity. Our heart broke seeing her go from one place to another or not knowing where she was living. A woman who had it all. A woman who loved life, friends, family and her children. 

Please, God, Not Two follows her life, the hardship of her family and friends who loved her, and watched her go down the wrong path with this heartless demon taking her life at 39 years old at the Charlton Memorial Hospital in Fall River, MA. The same way as her father...alcoholism. Her death opened the raw emotions that I had buried losing Richie. It's not easy going to a gravesite and see your two loved one's names on a tombstone...a father and daughter, gone from such a useless death. 

That is what is happening in this world today with many families.  How do we stop this death rate around the world? How do we wake our children up to the facts that over-drinking, following the crowd or handling their problems with alcohol, drugs or over-dosing with prescription pills, is a deathtrap? 

We need to teach children at a young age, grammar school for a start, to open up when something is bothering them to the point of burying it deep within them and handling it with substance abuse. I believe professionals need to give individual counseling and find out "WHY" they are using. We need to "listen" when our children are trying to hint to us what is going on in their lives that are pulling them into hopelessness and depression. 

 My memoirs are not just about what happened in our lives. Both books, including Someone Stop This Merry-Go-Round, talks about our lives behind closed doors and then follows how I should have handled an event instead of the yelling, fighting and asking them why they are using when they don't know themselves. We don't get a second chance to go back and fix things or bring a person back to us. We have to try to reach others who are suffering from the same. One life. Just one... would make it worth the try.

Give these books as a gift to someone, whether it be a birthday gift, someone in the hospital or rehab, or a family member. They were written to help----not to tell a story. I want people to learn from my mistakes.

Add What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic and Addict: In Their Own Words written by 34 alcoholic and drug users from the USA and Canada on what they believe they need from all of us to help them. It's a book for doctors, counselors, another addict, family and society. You will learn the deep, real pain the addict is mentally and physically suffering in silence, when they really want to reach out for help.

Purchase all books in paperback or Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira

Losing a Child from Alcoholism

 

Please, God, Not Two        Lori's picture for book (2)

Sequel to Someone Stop This Merry-Go-Round

There can't be a pain worse than losing a child. It doesn't matter how or where. They can be an infant up to adulthood, and the pain can still hit you like nothing else. The shock of being in the category of losing a child is devastating. It always happens to others we think. There is no protective bubble around us with this kind of loss. 

When we lost Lori, I felt my world end. It had been bad enough losing my husband, Richie, but not a second family member. How could I have been so blind? Easy. The addict hides their actions and habit for years before it is even known that there is a problem. 

I blew off her last year in Dighton-Rehoboth High School as just following the crowd and would stop drinking once she graduated. I never related it to a family disease that was very high on her dad's side. Foolish thinking for someone who buried a husband from alcohol abuse. Even family members go into denial like the addict or become huge enablers bringing them deeper into their addiction.

Lori got married, had two beautiful children, Meagan and Joe, and we thought she had it all. Life changes and we found out when she was 37 years old that she had an alcoholic problem. Before admitting herself into the Gosnold Rehab in E. Falmouth, MA, we never knew it. 

The next two years had Lori in and out of the Gosnold twice and once in Butler Hospital in Providence, RI. Her stage of life from drinking had her lose a solid Payroll Manager position, her car had been repossessed, lost her home and her dignity. Our heart broke seeing her go from one place to another or not knowing where she was living. A woman who had it all. A woman who loved life, friends, family and her children. 

Please, God, Not Two follows her life, the hardship of her family and friends who loved her, and watched her go down the wrong path with this heartless demon taking her life at 39 years old at the Charlton Memorial Hospital in Fall River, MA. The same way as her father...alcoholism. Her death opened the raw emotions that I had buried losing Richie. It's not easy going to a gravesite and see your two loved one's names on a tombstone...a father and daughter, gone from such a useless death. 

That is what is happening in this world today with many families.  How do we stop this death rate around the world? How do we wake our children up to the facts that over-drinking, following the crowd or handling their problems with alcohol, drugs or over-dosing with prescription pills, is a deathtrap? 

We need to teach children at a young age, grammar school for a start, to open up when something is bothering them to the point of burying it deep within them and handling it with substance abuse. I believe professionals need to give individual counseling and find out "WHY" they are using. We need to "listen" when our children are trying to hint to us what is going on in their lives that are pulling them into hopelessness and depression. 

 My memoirs are not just about what happened in our lives. Both books, including Someone Stop This Merry-Go-Round, talks about our lives behind closed doors and then follows how I should have handled an event instead of the yelling, fighting and asking them why they are using when they don't know themselves. We don't get a second chance to go back and fix things or bring a person back to us. We have to try to reach others who are suffering from the same. One life. Just one... would make it worth the try.

Give these books as a gift to someone, whether it be a birthday gift, someone in the hospital or rehab, or a family member. They were written to help----not to tell a story. I want people to learn from my mistakes.

Add What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic and Addict: In Their Own Words written by 34 alcoholic and drug users from the USA and Canada on what they believe they need from all of us to help them. It's a book for doctors, counselors, another addict, family and society. You will learn the deep, real pain the addict is mentally and physically suffering in silence, when they really want to reach out for help.

Purchase all books in paperback or Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira

Surviving a Loss During the Holidays

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The shock of losing my daughter, Lori (Lopes) Cahill on November 22, 2006 from alcohol abuse after losing my husband, Richard Lopes, from the same illness was bad enough, but now the reality, and almost disbelief, that November 22, 2015 will be the "ninth" anniversary of her death. Richie died in 1985, "thirty years" ago from the same alcohol addiction. 

How did I survive the years of pain and loss? I guess from survival and the daily habit of waking up, putting both feet on the floor and facing another day. Sometimes I went months not thinking of Lori and had the guilt of "How could I push her in the back of my mind?"

Now another holiday comes...Thanksgiving. We had to take Lori off life support two days before Thanksgiving. To add to the pain, the holiday had us wait another five days before putting her to rest next to her father. A holiday that I didn't want to celebrate or be with anyone. Grabbing a pillow and a blanket and rotting on the couch was my true desire. 

Lori has a sister, Debbie Dutra, from Berkley, Massachusetts, a daughter, Meagan and her son, Joe. Brian and Debbie took Lori's two children into their home with their daughter, Kerri and son Michael, and loved them just as much as their own. The four cousins were always together. Lori loved family gatherings.

They were the reasons I sat at the table with an empty seat without Lori and tried to give my love to the family feeling like myself. No one spoke of the loss. Debbie's mother-in-law said the meal prayer that I always did because only tears came to my eyes. The words were crushing my throat, and I asked myself "What is there to be thankful for this holiday?" 

I wondered how Debbie had the energy and want to put the dinner on at her home two days after Lori's death. God had His reasons and Lori left us a lot. No one knows the pain of losing anyone, especially a child, until the tragedy happens to us. My parents lost my brother, Walter, at seven from polio and I never knew their true pain until Lori's death. 

I will again be happy at our family gathering having our health and the food on the table. 

A month later, Christmas will arrive and another holiday brings happiness and sadness at the same time. Shopping at the malls with the glitter, colorful Christmas trees, decorated windows, and a Santa with a child on his lap used to be my joy. Christmas songs at the stores, broke my heart and I'd fight back tears.   

I wrap gifts knowing a present with a tag for Lori will be missing. She used to open Debbie's door with Meagan and Joe and yell, "Hello, we're here," as they struggled carrying a handful of gifts for all when I knew she had a hard time with money. 

Yes, Thanksgiving and Christmas are wonderful days...family days. Giving my talks and signing my books makes me realize, when readers open up to me, how many people are living in pain from losing a family member to alcohol or drug addiction. 

Families around the world, who have lost someone to the terrorist attacks are going to be in pain. These deaths have no answer except their loved ones where in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Life is not fair when it comes to death. It's how we are going to live our lives from the tragedy that is important. I feared standing up in front of people and talking, but God had plans for me to write my books and talk to addicts and their families. It's not easy bringing the raw pain back.

We have so many "if only, I could have, why didn't I, how did we miss it, or why did we send them there?" Questions with no answers. They were taken from us and we have to go on to help others. 

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               Alberta Sequeira

All her books are in paperback and Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira.

Her email is [email protected] if you want a quote for a talk.

Change in 2016 and Reach Recovery

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The year 2015 will soon be ending. How many addicts are going to get serious and get themselves professional help in 2016, leave the friends that are pulling them down with the same habit, or returning over and over again to the same location where they get the drugs or drinks?

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to see a drop in substance abuse? If the addict can desire the recovery and stick to the doctors and counselors who can help and stay in the company of friends wanting the same change, the drug dealers and adults buying underage children alcohol would slowing drop.

These dealers know what they are doing by keeping their clients buying to control them. There is not one of them that actually cares if the drugs, alcohol or prescription drugs are killing anyone. It’s all about the money.

I pray this upcoming new year, as I always do, that a miracle will happen and a change will develop. The addicted could find strength in turning back to their faith…giving it up to God.

Purchase What is and isn’t Working for the Alcoholic and Addict to give you strength. One addict helping another is an unique gift. Paperback or Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira

Veteran's Day

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BRIGADIER GENERAL, ALBERT L. GRAMM

I want to honor my father, Brigadier General, Albert L. Gramm, and every man and woman who had fought or enlisted during peacetime to keep our country safe. My husband, Albin A. Sequeira served in the Navy from 1952-1955 during the Korean War as a CT3 (Communications Technician 3). Although, it seems we have always been in war, and for those with no family members in the service, we don't look at the seriousness of losing a loved one. Society feels for these family but until the reality hits us personally, we overlook it. Maybe we just assume our world is being protected and don't fear these wars and attacks can be at our own doorstep. The reality became real with 9/11.

To the military servicemen and women who have died, we see and know the reality of its results. I have always believed that wars are with the governments who give the orders and sit back while the civilians go to war. Our men and women face a stranger, not wanting to be there any more than themselves, and shoot to kill so they can live. I think of how many military people were loving, happy people with families that they loved and had to pick a gun up for the first time in their life to kill. They watched buddies die in front of them or in their arms.

In 1990, my father died at home at 80 years old from cancer living in South Dennis, Massachusetts, a location in beautiful Cape Cod. He never got to enjoy the area because my parents and brother, Joe Gramm and his wife Marge, (owners of The Cape Cod Upholstery) bought a house together to care for him. Dad feared dying because he killed, an act God tells us is a very serious sin on our souls. The family took him to LaSalette in Attleboro to see a priest to give him peace.

We as family, friends, relatives and the citizens of the United States and other countries, will never truly understand what these service people saw and had to do to live and come home to us. Dad promised The Blessed Mother during WWII fighting in Metz, Lorraine and The Battle of the Bulge, that if she brought him home safely to his family, he would say the rosary every day of the rest of his life. He kept that promise as he died in bed. At the end, his family members helped say this holy prayer when he was not able to stay awake.

It was my first time in my forties years that I learned the rosary. We are given them at our First Holy Communion, but how many of us learn them? A sat in Dad's rocker facing his bed for two weeks straight and realized that I never took the time to know this great man, and especially his military status. What was he really like, did he miss out on a dream, did he fill his accomplishments, and mostly, why didn't I sit with him when I became an adult and ask about his years in the service. The only emotion I ever saw from him was sitting in his den in E. Falmouth, talking about losing my brother, Walter, at seven from polio. I watched a strong man crying from the pain saying, "It's been over 40 years, and I still can't forgive myself." (The story of what happened is in my book A Spiritual Renewal). I loved and felt for him seeing him lose control; something Dad always contained. I learned that pain when I lost my own daughter, Lori Cahill, on November 22, 2006 from her alcohol addiction. (Story in Please, God, Not Two).

I wrote about this great man in A Spiritual Renewal: A Journey to Medjugorje. Men pick the book up and think, "Oh, a girly book!" It is a great book to give a man, especially a veteran, for any occasion and with Christmas around the corner. The memoir has his life story and our relationship, the missing opportunities to know him as a man besides a father. How many of us miss this chance with our loved ones? There is a section with writings from the men who served under him when he had been one of the commanding officers for the 26th Yankee Division. His bio showed what he accomplished in his lifetime...during my years of growing not looking at any of his military status. 

His faith brought me to Medjugorje, a tiny remote town in Bosnia, where since 1981 Our Lady has been and still is appearing daily to six visionaries, who are receiving 10 secrets each to be revealed to the world when they get them all. They already picked the priest to announce the messages. Only two visionaries have one more secret to receive. 

He wanted to travel over to Medjugorje, but had gotten to the point of being too sick to make the flight. In 1998, I went thinking it was for my dad, when I realized it was for both of us. I had lost my faith fighting through 14 years of a marriage with an alcoholic and felt God had abandoned me (Story in Someone Stop This Merry-Go-Round). Now I realize that we have choices in life and mine was to stay in an unhealthy environment that took the innocence, security and happy years away from our two daughters. 

A Spiritual Renewal is a book of love, family and miracles, and the reality that we need to enjoy our loved ones while they are with us. We never know when God is going to call them home. This is a family book for any religion, man or woman, and especially for anyone who has lost their way with God in their life. 

Today, let us remember a loved one or dear friend who gave their life and years to keeping us safe in our country. When they come home....welcome them....thank them for what they have done of each of us. Don't let them be forgotten. I hope companies can open their hearts and give them a job so they can support their families and not feel like they came home unnoticed with what they lost. There are many who come home with physical and mental problems, depression, missing body parts, needing others to care for them losing their independence, and many lose their marriages due to stress.  

I personally want to thank every veteran in this country.

Alberta Sequeira

A Spiritual Renewal and all books can be purchased at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira

          

 

 

Journey Through Alcohol Abuse

We are living in a world with Alcohol and Drug Abuse killing our loved ones day after day with no signs of the death rate dropping. Professionals are trying to find out how to get this disease under control.

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My husband, Richard Lopes of North Dighton, Massachusetts was 45 years of age at the time of his death losing everything he loved from years of drinking that trickled-down from one family member to another. I married a shy, loving, funny man who had the education and drive to develop his own television repair shop back in the 1960's to dying at the VA Hospital in Providence, Rhode Island from his young years of drinking. I wrote about our life behind closed doors in Someone Stop This Merry-Go-Round; An Alcoholic Family in Crisis. In the 1960's that is what we did...hide our life with problems that needed professionals to help us. We didn't talk about bad marriages, being an unwed mother, or fighting alcoholism in our families. That's where my mistake came. In the book, I talked openly about my enabling that only brought Richard deeper into his addiction. The problem was handled with fights, abuse from blackouts that forced our two innocent daughters at two and four years of age to live in a very sick, unhealthy home.  

Please, God, Not Two  -- COVER FOR SEQUEL-2 copyTragedy struck twice when I published the sequel, Please, God, Not Two: This Killer Called Alcoholism after losing my daughter, Lori, to cirrhosis of the liver at 39 years of age like her father. It follows her struggle three times, once in the Butler Hospital in Providence, Rhode Island and twice at the Gosnold Detox Center in Falmouth, Massachusetts. In 2006, she died at the Charlton Memorial Hospital in Fall River, MA. I included my talks to addicts at halfway home, rehabs and court-ordered programs in the book. Both were useless deaths when professional help had been available, but that is how this heartless demon works. It takes all strength, happiness and family away from the sick. 

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After their deaths, I wanted to know how other alcoholic and addicts recover and put their lives together while others die from this horrible worldwide disease. What gives them the physical and mental strength to fight this battle and come out winning? I published my Narrative Non-Fiction What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic and Addict: In Their Own Words from 34 alcoholic and drug users from all walks of life from the US and Canada who contributed their life stories with addiction trying to tell doctors, families, counselors, society and other addicts what they believe worked and didn't in their recoveries. Addicts sharing their experiences, strength, hope with others is something that only a recovering addict or alcoholic can do. It is a unique gift. 

I try to add articles as often as I can on addiction on my other blog at www.albertasequeira.wordpress.com. Hopefully, by the Grace of God, I will help others suffering with the addiction and the family members struggling 24/7 trying to get them to stop. It wasn't until years after their death, and the testimonies from the contributor of this book came out, that I learned as family members we can only love and support the substance abuser, and the alcoholics have to do the work to recover. I lived and breathed believing that it was up to me to help them. All the crying, begging and demanding did nothing, but bring me to a small breakdown trying to control every move of Richard. 

This is a family disease, and until we treat it 100% this way, the death toll will go higher. We can't have alcoholics in AA meetings, non-drinkers in Al-Anon, and the children in Al-A-Teen gatherings to go into separate rooms and not communicate to "each other" what we are feeling and needing to get through the barriers to help the addicted. The addict needs to open up and tell the family member what devastated them during their growing years, whether with the immediate family member, a relative, stranger, insecurities, bullying in schools, being raped, not being able to handle a death, an abortion, and the list can go on with "why" the person turned to drinking and drugs. 

Professionals can keep treating the disease, and passing out pills to relieve their pain, but until a doctor with a degree in mental health can spend months or years with this person suffering, the addict will continue on this path until they die. Putting an addicted person or a mentally ill one, behind doors without constant talks with counseling, is like putting a bandaid on the person needing help. Would you lock someone up with cancer? 

With what is written in What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic and Addict by the alcoholic and drug users themselves, we need addiction to become a weekly class topic in schools starting at the grammar level to colleges and universities. In my book, two contributors admitted they started at five and seven years old watching their parents. Seeing them fall and acting funny was entertaining to them. One would drink ginger ale and fall down copying the parent. Children are not blind to alcohol and drug abuse. 

I would recommend my books, especially What is and isn't Working for the Alcoholic and Addict, to get into schools as a classroom assignment or homework. It would give the students an excuse to open up about the disease, not having to admit they are struggling with it. Maybe it would make them see they need professional help. I believe this book would be a most helpful addition to the literature on the subject of addiction and recovery. Addicts sharing their experiences, hope and strength with others is something that only a recovering addict or alcoholic can do. It is a unique gift.

All my books in paperback and Kindle can be bought in Amazon by keying my name Alberta Sequeira and they will all show up or key in http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=alberta+sequeira

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