Love And Drugs? No, Life!

The Story

Like many young girls in puberty, I admired bad boys. I was happy when we left ... the happiest. I never suspected what he would become, as I was inseparable from him all these 5 years. We smoked weed from time to time, ostensibly to relax. We have had very serious scandals over the years. When we were arguing, I always understood from somewhere that he was taking something. It just blackened me. I didn't know what was going on until our last year together. Another serious scandal about something-there-there. We got along, of course, I decided to give him a chance, I was very mentally exhausted from this fight already. Then he slipped me with drugs. Then I said to myself, "Well, they're not that bad, what's wrong with them." Yes but no. My inner universe revolved only around white dust. I started behaving badly with my family and friends, without even realizing it, I behaved well for me.

My psyche changed a lot, I had panic attacks and I was suffering from constant depression. I would even commit suicide. I did not yet realize the nature of the problem. I read topics about drug couples and there were stories with a happy ending. This kept me hoping that one day the sun would rise for both of us and everything would be fine. Again, yes, but no. He got sick. His teeth began to decay, he seemed to show me that he loved me very much and he could always stop. I believed naively. Perhaps his greatest love was heroin and still is. He didn't beat himself intravenously, and that gave me some hope. Not to lag behind, I decided to see what is heroin and what is so good. I did not find such pleasure in him, only that my lover adored him. So we drove it for a while, it was great for me because I removed all the obstacles in my way, I got out of us and threw myself into the deep pit, supposedly to help him stop ... but now that I think about it, the drugs spoke for me. One morning, however, I woke up because I had been brutally drunk the night before and my head was hurting a lot. Somehow, the reality was different ... I began to realize what was happening around me and that things were already very bad. I decided to stop messing with the "cold turkey" method and got out of abstinence even though it was nasty. That's when I decided to break up with him, I did it. After a while, I shook his hand again. I wanted to help him, I sincerely wanted to help him and show him how beautiful life can be. He refused. He pretended to be inaccessible and told me that his life was wonderful, and I have wasted my chance at a good life with him.

We would have had a wonderful life, I would not have found someone who loves and appreciates me as much as him .... nonsense on the tarkalet. I loved it, but I still realized that my life is more valuable. No one but my family and 2 friends knows that I have ever used drugs. It was not easy for me, but I managed to support my family and my dear mother, who reacted immediately. As for my ex-boyfriend, as far as I know, he hasn't stopped. He likes it anyway and will live. Don't be blinded and stupid, girls. When I found myself in this environment, it was only then that I realized how many addicts there really are. Appreciate your life.

Lately, more and more of my friends have been complaining that they like drug addicts or that they started because of them ... society is a country of such people and the choice is yours. About the expression "there is no former drug addict" ... No, I know, no one knows if tomorrow I will not fall into the abyss again, but I know that I will not give up without a fight. They offered me, I refused with a smile. Maybe it's all about freedom. I am writing this because I know that the problem is epidemic at the moment, and I just wanted to share. If I can help one person, I will be very happy.

Last Updated
August 30, 2020
Author:
kellym2

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