Bahama Drama November 4, 2024

Confession from a Landlord Battling Addiction

Anonymous Confession from a Landlord

I never thought I’d be here, sharing a part of myself that I’ve tried so hard to bury. But reading another story, someone facing the same demons I am, gave me the courage to finally say it out loud.

I am a landlord, and I am addicted to cocaine.

It started in small, barely noticeable ways. At first, I was just looking for an escape from stress. Managing properties, dealing with repairs, late rent payments it can feel like a never-ending grind. And one night, after a friend suggested it might help me “take the edge off,” I tried it. I told myself it was just a one-time thing, just a boost to get through a tough week.

But as the weeks turned to months, the cravings grew. What started as “just a way to cope” spiraled quickly. Soon, I was no longer in control; the addiction was. I found myself needing the drug not only to handle stress but to get through each day, and it began to consume everything I did.

It didn’t take long for my actions to start affecting the people around me, especially my tenants. I found myself knocking on their doors well before rent was due, making excuses about “keeping things on track” and “avoiding late payments.” But the truth was, I just wanted money, and I wanted it now. My addiction had turned me into someone desperate, someone who would do anything for another hit.

And then, there were the times I went into their apartments. At first, I justified it to myself I was the landlord, wasn’t I? I had the right to check on the property, didn’t I? But deep down, I knew it wasn’t right. I wasn’t looking for leaky pipes or broken fixtures; I was looking for things I could take and sell. When they were at work, I’d let myself in under the guise of routine inspections. A few times, I got caught, and every time, I came up with some excuse about maintenance. But the truth is, my tenants saw through the lies, and so did I. They didn’t trust me, and I didn’t blame them.

Reading the story of that doctor at PMH, struggling with the same addiction, woke me up. I realized that I’m not just hurting myself; I’m hurting innocent people who depend on me to be honest, to be fair. They trust me with their homes, and I’ve broken that trust. I’m ashamed of what I’ve done and of what this addiction has turned me into.

I’m finally admitting to myself and now to you that I need help. I don’t know what the road ahead will look like, but I know I have to make things right, not just for me, but for the people I’ve let down along the way.

If you’re struggling with addiction too, know that you’re not alone. It’s a hard road, but maybe, just maybe, we can find the strength to climb out of this together. Thank you for hearing my story.

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Join a church and speak to the pastor about it. I’m sure it takes a lot of courage to come forward and admit that you have an addiction. You’re half way there my brother.

Confession from a Landlord Battling Addiction

Anonymous Confession from a Landlord

I never thought I’d be here, sharing a part of myself that I’ve tried so hard to bury. But read

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