Personal Narrative: I Made Me And I Don T Do Drugs

At twenty-two years old my younger-self had previously pictured me in an entirely different place. I never imagined living in Texas, I’m originally from Chicago, and that’s where I thought I would reside. I thought I’d be graduated from college already, but fate had a different plan. And never in a million years did I think I would become a drug addict; but I am, and you know what? It’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me, it’s something I’m truly thankful for now. See, all the things listed above may seem like negative things if you look at them from an outside perspective; however to me, they’ve changed me in ways I never thought possible just six months ago. Multiple circumstances have led me to this point, but a few stick

It was my senior year in high school when my mom told me that my cousin, Mayra, had given birth to a baby girl. However, child protective services decided that Mayra wasn’t adequate to take care of the child; due to her drug abuse. Child protective services from Mexico were trying to place the baby with close relatives. Sadly, there was only three choices, her grandma, my aunt Gloria, and myself. The choices were few and the family small.

Everyday, I was either drunk or high on marijuana, Xanax, Cocaine, or any other drug I could get a hold of. One day, I had asked my friend to bring me a bottle of vodka to school and he did so and it was a clean exchange. No one knew or saw. I had put some of it in a water bottle and I drank it throughout the school day. After lunch, I went to my counselor and she knew something was wrong. She knew I was drunk, but she had no proof, until I pulled the vodka out of my backpack and drank it right in front of her. She had to report it and I got kicked out of school

Drug abuse was also a part of my life from middle school until I was 21 years old. I think that a big part of me becoming addicted to drugs came from the type of boundaries, according to structural theory, that I had when I moved in with my parents. In my grandparents’ home I was never allowed to play with kids in the neighborhood, if I played outside, my grandma was always with me. My grandparents had very rigid boundaries and as a result began accusing me of doing drugs and smoking

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

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

I have encountered many of my peers taking drugs, listened to songs about drugs and even seen drugs romanticized on social media. Like most teenagers, I lived in a world surrounded by drugs, but I had never had an experience with them. I came from a “picture-perfect” family and prior to my freshman year of high school, I was somewhat narcissistic, believing that I was too good to even be associated with drugs.

At age 12 I sat in a trailer with my sister age 16 and three good friends, Maddy pulled out a bag and out of that bag she took out a febreez box which contained a bag of weed., she didnt actually smoke the weed, but she showed us how you would. tears filled my eyes, taking in reality that all that she had been taught and all she knew about drugs, that my big sister, example, stouped so low. Maddy told me I could not tell a soul. It was just about the most deteriorating, and invigorating thing I could ever imagine to promise to her. To promise her I would never tell anybody about what I had just witnessed. My friend jammed a ton of thoughts and words in to my head that I needed to promise her, and the were putting so much pressure and weight

When people ask you, what do you want to be when you grow up? What do you answer? Most people would say they want to be a professional athlete, working in the sports industry, police officers, doctor, lawyer, working in the business industry, president, and a movie star. However, that’s not what Blake Landry wanted to do. Landry, who was a promising soccer player decided she was going to be a heroin addict for the rest of her life and that’s they it is. That is just one case out of hundreds of case where drugs and especially heroin can ruin someone life. Currently there is an epidemic of a heroin addiction going on in the world today.

•R - Do you ever use drugs or alcohol to relax, feel better about yourself, or fit into a group?

When I smoke marijuana I gain motivation to draw paint dance read live life just everything I actually feel happy I smile laugh and I can think about my problems objectively and I’m able to find a solution to help things get better. I am able to focus on my school work and somehow I get a better understanding of things i.e. when I was in high school dealing with the kidnapping of my daughter I smoked marijuana, one day I had a very difficult assignment that required both an essay and a PowerPoint presentation I didn’t understand the assignment what so ever and I was having a terrible time trying to figure it out I was going to give up and take an F for it but I decided to take a smoke break to clear my head after I smoked I went back on my

As I drove past the Russell Stover headquarters, the song “My Way” started to play. As I sat at a red light, I anticipated my favorite lyric of the song. Before I knew it, the song was almost over. Realizing I had missed the lyric, I restarted the song. The light turned green and I continued down the road. As I drove, I saw the building that one of my friend’s family owns. From there, my mind was as far away from Frank Sinatra as it could get.

Casual drug use is part of many subcultures and party scenes, partly because it is so obtainable. Developing an addiction is more than likely when drugs are part of casual lifestyle. What begins as social drug use can quickly turn into a personal affliction. With the health risks addiction poses, it comes as no surprise that so many people die each year due to drug related incidents or ailments. Albeit, addiction is not the only social implication of drugs.

It all started in a small town in Iowa, my business partner Phil and I were working with chemicals in the laboratory mixing chemicals for cleaning detergent our usual thing until all chaos broke out then at that point, we knew we did something wrong, ”The day I created Substance Z.”

Why should I care what they are doing? Are they bothering me? Is it affecting me? These are questions that I would say to people when they ask me about individuals doing drugs. Drugs like heroin, but it didn’t hit me until someone I knew overdosed, and them someone else within the same month. It is an awful feeling, saying goodbye to someone who died too young, someone who didn’t need to pass, someone you cared for taken too soon by something so foolish.