My drug addiction started with just a cigarette. "Just one cigarette" I told myself. One turned into a thousand. Then it was marajuana, "just one hit." Then "just one gram." Then alcohol, "just one beer" turned into "just one shot" and then "just enough to forget." Then it was pills. It started with just abusing the pills I was prescribed, seroquil, effexor, zyprexa, gabapentin. Then purchased pills such as oxycodone, adderall, every benzo and opiate possible. I told myself that that is as far as I'd go. Then it was "just cocaine." Then I was introduced to speedballs. It's just "heroin in the cocaine." It was easy to snort it. Then I told myself "never ever shooting up." I found myself with a needle in my arm. "Never meth." Being clean from meth was the only thing I had left, and I wanted to keep it. But like every other promise I made to myself, I broke it. And I broke myself in the process.
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The "Story of My Life"
Non-FictionFollow the story of a girl who grows up suffering from mental illness, all while dealing with life-changing events and drug addiction.
