All my life I 've chosen a substance to cope with my problems. I remember the first time I 'd ever heard of someone using substances as abuse. Seeing someone look sick, feeling so hurt inside that they felt the need to drink away their sorrows, cut away the pain or even choose needles and pills as a way out; But it seems easier to prolong ones pain, Because I knew going through withdrawal would just about kill me. I tempered the first time using Alcohol, I 'd just had my heart broken and I decided it 'd be a good idea to hangout with a few friends and "party", little did I know I was about to start my journey to being an alcoholic and having an addition. Overthinking about how hurt I was inside as I drowned myself in booze. The way it tasted
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As another sip became another bottle I slowly felt like I wasn 't in control anymore. How could I let a simple drink control my life? I tried stopping, but it was so hard. I remember crying and begging as I was puking and slowly killing myself. Was this the road to recovery, or to death? 3 days went by, not eating, not sleeping, I remember thinking, is it really worth it to go through this or to take a drink and feel better? That night I packed what little things I could, clothes, makeup, personal stuff and money. 13 year old me ready to face the world, called a friend and decided that alcohol was my life. That night changed my life forever. I 'd taken abusing substances to a whole new level. Being drunk made me feel good, I didn 't have to worry about anything or feel any pain anymore it was all gone. Many people do not understand why or how other people become addicted to drugs. It is often mistakenly assumed that drug abusers lack moral principles or willpower and that they could stop using drugs simply by choosing to change their …show more content…
There was no price to pay for drinking. Stupid me should 've ran from the problem when I could. As the drinking was more frequent I noticed that the pain seemed to go away and everything was better. I was being bullied for everything I did and when I drank the sadness from that went away. Finally I 'd felt comfortable in my own skin. I didn 't even realize that these feelings were all a lie. High school came and alcohol became more easier to get, as well as I started using it more as a get away abuse to deal with my problems. I went from a few sips to almost killing myself with alcohol poisoning. With the high usage of marijuana and alcohol it wasn 't enough to "solve my problems" anymore. Painkillers were my new escape, who knew that a small white pill would make you so "happy". Alcohol was nothing to me anymore, painkillers were just another step to making me hate myself even more. Somehow I made it through the first year of high school with living and alright grades. Summer vacation came and that when life took a
As another sip became another bottle I slowly felt like I wasn 't in control anymore. How could I let a simple drink control my life? I tried stopping, but it was so hard. I remember crying and begging as I was puking and slowly killing myself. Was this the road to recovery, or to death? 3 days went by, not eating, not sleeping, I remember thinking, is it really worth it to go through this or to take a drink and feel better? That night I packed what little things I could, clothes, makeup, personal stuff and money. 13 year old me ready to face the world, called a friend and decided that alcohol was my life. That night changed my life forever. I 'd taken abusing substances to a whole new level. Being drunk made me feel good, I didn 't have to worry about anything or feel any pain anymore it was all gone. Many people do not understand why or how other people become addicted to drugs. It is often mistakenly assumed that drug abusers lack moral principles or willpower and that they could stop using drugs simply by choosing to change their …show more content…
There was no price to pay for drinking. Stupid me should 've ran from the problem when I could. As the drinking was more frequent I noticed that the pain seemed to go away and everything was better. I was being bullied for everything I did and when I drank the sadness from that went away. Finally I 'd felt comfortable in my own skin. I didn 't even realize that these feelings were all a lie. High school came and alcohol became more easier to get, as well as I started using it more as a get away abuse to deal with my problems. I went from a few sips to almost killing myself with alcohol poisoning. With the high usage of marijuana and alcohol it wasn 't enough to "solve my problems" anymore. Painkillers were my new escape, who knew that a small white pill would make you so "happy". Alcohol was nothing to me anymore, painkillers were just another step to making me hate myself even more. Somehow I made it through the first year of high school with living and alright grades. Summer vacation came and that when life took a