I wasn’t always the good kid. I always wanted attention.
You know, the middle child, how that goes…
I’ve been using (as we call it) “The Pack” for about 2 years now.
It started off last summer when one of my cousin’s friends came home from jail. So they started buying from him…my cousin put me on to it.
First spice high i ever had was when i was 16. It was terrible… vomiting. I swear i even saw Jesus’s face in the wall.
I swore then to never touch the stuff again, but i was wrong.
Me being the only girl out of guys (more of a tomboy), I’d seem pussy if i didn’t hit it or something.
Now, $3,000 in debt and no more family left, I’m still struggling.
My boyfriend who was a scholar at Kean University. He started to smoke, because it’s what I did. He never liked it in the beginning. It got to the point that if he didn’t buy it for me, I’d yell or cuss or hit at him.
I was told not to come home until i got help.
I was admitted into a psych ward for a week.
I cleaned up to make my mother happy again, but then my boy came home and it started all over. This was in the summer of 2014.
It is now 2015.
This stuff kills relationships. The person that you are when you smoke isn’t what your people see.
I was so high once that I started lashing out at my mother and she called the cops on me. She played the video surveillance to me and that Monster breaking my mothers heart was me.
I didn’t remember that to this day… all i have is that video and a scar from the restraints from the ambulance.
THIS SHIT CAN TAKE OVER YOUR LIFE.
I’M 19 AND I’M ON THE VERGE OF A STROKE.
I’ve been withdrawing for days, but it’s worth it… it hurts, but being sober is the best I’ve felt.
I’m getting my family back, and I start work this Wednesday.
I’m not there yet, but my recovery is in motion.
I am only 19.
You can do it, dude…. it’s so worth it.