Born into a happy cohesive family in 1993, my childhood was quite normal. I grew up with a loving, yet competitive natured environment. By the time I was in high school, heavy immersion in competitive sports and the musical arts were my main focus.
My older sister was a senior when I was a freshman, so, naturally I thought she was cool. At this time I was first introduced to psychoactive substances, even though I was nervous around them, I thought it was cool that my sister was a pot-head and that my brother drank quite heavily.
Soon after I was exposed to the world of partying, drinking, and smoking weed, I let my curiosity get the better of me…
Sometime in the end of March 2008, I drank and smoked for my first time. My friends and I were back in the woods behind one of their parent’s houses. I smoked weed, drank some vodka, and quite frankly, loved the way I felt.
Two years later, the moderation ceased. I began smoking weed multiple times everyday and even though I was a state champion in my sport of choice, I began skipping practice to smoke and hang out instead.
This lead to me declining a scholarship to attend the college of my dreams, and I ended up studying at the local university in my home town.
I had a very hard time thriving socially my freshman year of college due to some mentally and emotionally tragic experiences just months before. My first semester began and because of this, I isolated more and more, though at the time it seemed to me that my newfound use of nearly ever class of substance was mere experimentation.
Drugs were tools for me to draw out emphasis on helpful strengths. “There was a whole multicolored galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers and screamers”.
I broke my wrist skateboarding my sophomore year, was prescribed opiates, and fell in love with them more than I loved my girlfriend at the time.
Right after I graduated from college, and a plan to move in with my girl, one thing lead to another and before I knew it, I was trying heroin for the first time. One week later, the night before I moved in with her in a condo I had purchased, she cheated on me.
I was crushed!!!
Multiple stressors on top of this lead to daily I.V. heroin use, and I began to hate my life.
Today, I’m finally happy again. Everything is so beautiful and I have unlimited love for everyone and everything.
What’s different now?
It is my third time getting clean, and now I am doing if for MYSELF because I WANT TO, NOT because I need to.