So this is my story! I started smoking when I was a freshman in high school. I smoked weed and was introduced to spice as a “better high” and didn’t really know what I was getting myself into.
I’m in a screwed situation right now. I’m now a senior in high school, I’ve maintained good grades and good school life but as soon as I come home, I get anxiety because I just want to smoke.
I notice, it doesn’t do what it used to do for me. It makes me antisocial; isolation and guilt play a role in this too. I want so bad to quit but don’t have the resources to stop smoking.
Home support doesn’t work because unfortunately my mom smokes it too. So even if I don’t want it I’m still in an atmosphere where it’s inevitable.
It’s messed with my personality, I stare at the ground anymore and don’t know how to get this every feeling of “not having any” to go away.
To be honest, I could smoke right now and want to so bad, but this website I just found and typing right now is stopping me, it’s a horrible habit, and I ask for guidance everyday from the man upstairs.
I don’t want to be another nobody. To all you who are in my boat, I pray for all of us. With effort will this get better? Thanks for letting me share.