Personal Narrative: How My Life Became Unmanageable

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

I began disappearing for days at a time leaving my parents sick with worry. Nothing else mattered but the high I became emotionless and numb. Unfortunately what happened was tragic but has made me the person I am today. I personally feel that I would have never become addicted to these substances if I had been better educated. I had experimented with drugs as a young adult but nothing had grabbed me and took my life as these painkillers had. Had I known what I was getting my self into I know I would have never let this happen. I am fortunate I was able to walk away from my addiction with some pride as I learned in my recovery not to many people have been that lucky. I had never been in trouble and thankfully had not hurt anyone to terrible to be left all alone. I have a good amount of clean time but continue in my recovery I attend meetings weekly and keep in my mind the sad statistics and reality of what can happen to recovering addicts. This is something that I will struggle with probably for the rest of my life. Although I am no longer an addict I am still a recovering addict and as the Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous books say every day clean is one day closer to using.

Addiction is a disease that I will battle for the rest of my life. After being sexually assaulted at the age of twelve, I started to self-destruct. Lack of parental support, less than pristine living conditions, and an addictive personality paved an expressway to a life of addiction. I chose to hang with undesirable people, and was introduced to Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, PCP, Cocaine, Heroin and eventually what became the love of my life, the prescription painkiller Morphine. Never did I think that trying pot would have a domino effect. It led me to try harder and more addictive substances ultimately turning my life upside down. Often publicly

Substance abuse is a tragedy that touches many lives. Abuse begins with a single use event that, with continued use and overindulgence, transforms into a battle. The abuser most always loses that battle. Personal relationships, social ties, and employment suffers. Irresponsible and erratic behavior becomes the norm, and though the abuser is aware on some level of the reckless and thoughtless acts that they commit, they continue to use and abuse their drug of choice. What starts as experimentation often ends in addiction. The best hope for a person in the grips of substance abuse is immediate,

This experience has changed the way I see those who haven’t had enough and those who haven’t found away out of the addicted world. I’ve learned there is more to a person than their appearance and in these cases there is a lot of hurt and anger in their souls. Even after recovery some people still carry around guilt and anger. Some are ashamed because they let something affect them in a way in which they lost control. Others are angry at

However, he experienced some emotional triggers and has started to use heroin again. Prior to getting clean the first time Sean killed a man for drugs and was in prison. He is aware of the social and financial consequences for using heroin and hides his

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

“When I was 16, I started using heroin. I had no idea that I would fall in love with such a terrible drug. I loved everything about this drug, it made me feel numb, warm, and fuzzy at all the time. At first, I used it as an escape from my violent memories, but as time went by I used it because I couldn’t function without it. When I wouldn’t use heroin, my body would hurt, I would throw up non-stop, I would be weak, but also in so much pain that I wasn’t able to sleep at night. Over time, I would do anything to get my next supply of heroin. I began panhandling at gas stations, and grocery stores just to get money. When I was high, I had gotten caught stealing from Walmart, and I had to spend five days in jail where I got charged with being

One of the largest domestic problems around the world is drug usage. My family wasn 't perfect; we lacked affection growing up and you never really got it until you were born or dying. We didn 't care though we didn 't let it affect us we were grateful that we were raised with that tough exterior, we were grateful they built us ready for reality and that life was not going to be a walk in the park, they taught us to expect the worst but to always hope for the best. We were never loving but always there for each other through the tough and good times but there was also a lot of negatives that came with growing up like that, we had always had problems with violence, divorce, alcohol and illnesses in my family. We were brought up to be tough, physically and mentally, but out of all the things my family has seen, out of all the things my family has been through, we were not prepared for the challenge that was about to be brought upon us for a couple of years. In fact most of us didn 't even know there was a problem no one expected it or saw it coming.

By seventeen I was well on my way to an early grave. My mindset was very much the same as it had always been, but when stealing failed to get me the money i needed to get the drugs I so desperately craved, i had to turn to more drastic measures.

Let’s get started ; most the time drug addicts go to drugs to rather fit in, or because their in a hole instead of dealing with the outer world. I strongly ask you to consider the idea that addicts should be given the satisfaction of the doubt, to chose serving a sentence for poor decisions or to go to a hospital to get help. In a hospital your receiving help ; also your not alone, where in prison you're still capable of getting pills but you can come out wanting drugs worser than ever. Drugs are, by far, very addicting.

According to several medical websites and professionals, both of our answers for the first question can be used for a bad habit or addiction. Coming from an addict, recovery is difficult. I am currently attending therapy, but at times, I don't feel like it is working. I'm trying my best to make a healthy change in my life. No one understands that a bad habit or addiction can take over a person's mind instantly. In my case, I didn't care that I was addicted to something, but as soon as I seen someone else with an addiction, I urged them immediately to get help. I care about others more than myself and I know I shouldn't. I believe most people get addicted to something because of childhood trauma. Parents and others don’t understand that

There are several reasons that caused me to walk away from my past drug addiction, such as, at a lower than low point in time, my drug dependency cost me everything, and every important person in my life. Addiction caused a massive strain on the bond between my family and me. For example, trust that was a given in our family became tainted, and broken because I often lied to my family trying to hide my addiction. On numerous occasions I have stolen from family to support my growing dependency to the drugs. Thus, leading to a disconnect that excluded me from celebrations, holidays, family gatherings, and special events. I was alone with no family, and no one who truly loved me, for I allowed my addiction