I started smoking pot. Eventually I got into meth, coke, adderall, air duster, shrooms, and heavily drinking. I was always out of my mind high. I dropped out of school and I didn’t give a hell about anyone or anything.

I never realized I had a problem. Many traumatic things happened when I was high or using. I have been raped twice, have had over 3 miscarriages, and have tried to commit suicide numerous times. I watched my best friend’s mom destroy what was left of her family due to meth. My older brother is in prison. I’m not telling you this to have you feel bad for me, which is the last thing I want. Drugs aren’t all fun and games.

It lets you escape reality but when you come back things are the exactly same or worse than before. I went to a rehab called Odyssey. I was there for a year. I didn’t realize I had a problem until my sixth month there. It was sad to watch kids come in there ages 12-18 and watch them just mess up their lives and not care. Many were kids of drug addicts. The hardest thing was to know that the only one that could help them is themselves. If I hadn’t been sent there I’d probably be dead by now.

Addiction is one of the saddest things I have ever seen. It makes monsters and strangers out of the users. It destroys lives and eventually takes them.