I am currently a recovery heroin addict. I became everything I swore I would never be. When I was 16 I hung out with this one boy for the first time, he pulled out a blunt and I was so disgusted I called my mom and went home. A couple months later I moved and changed schools. That's when everything went down hill from there. I suffered from depression, anxiety, and insomnia after that. I then meet new friends and was convinced to smoke marijuana. After smoking for a few months I then began abusing my prescription pills. There was a couple times I had to get my stomach pumped bc I tried killing myself multiple times from trying to od. For about a year after that I was getting high off pills and bud or drinking everyday. Then I got a boyfriend who made me try heroin, I know no one can make you do anything but I was too scared to say no. After that first time of trying it I was hooked for 2 and half years.

I couldn't hold a job, I had to starve myself for days, I totaled my car, I lost all my friends. In January I went without heat in my apparentment until April when I lost my apartment. All because I wanted to get high. So I decided to sign myself into rehab. At the time I thought it was the worst idea iv ever had. I cried everyday, I was always in trouble because I wouldn't participate and I never shared my story. This is actually the first time I'm sharing. I made is 3 week until I signed myself out and moved a state away from my hometown with my brother who took me in. I got a job everything started looking up.

I made it 57 days clean until someone at work asked me to smoke a joint after work. Every day after that I was smoking again but I was okay with it for about 5 months until molly pills were going around. A month later my brother found out and then kicked me out so I had to go back to my hometown with my mom. I then began using heroin again but worst then before. I started using needles and couldn't make it 5 hours without getting sick. I didn't have a job so I started stripping and used the money only for drugs. I lost my best friend from a childhood because of it.

Christmas came and I realized how much of a junkie I was. I was ready to get sober. I was finally ready to get clean and then only time you'll ever become sober is when your ready. No matter what anyone says or any advice you get, if your not truly ready its not going to happen. So I moved about 30 minutes away, changed my number and forgot about everyone from my past. I'm now 36 days sober and I couldn't be happy. I have absolutely no desire to use or get high in anyway. I love life and I truly never once thought I would think that. I went thru withdrawals on my own and iv been staying sober on my own. I have a new job iv been at for 3 weeks and theyr already talking about management. Life gets better in time. Iv waited almost 5 years. If you truly want to be happy you can overcome this disease. Support is everywhere but so is negativity. You just have to make that right decision. No time is the wrong time.