Speak Up

I started smoking marijuana when I was thirteen. I never got the attention I wanted from my dad, so I reverted to drugs to solve all my problems. they said, It was a gateway drug, so when I got into pot, I would get into other stuff. I didn't believe them.
As a couple years went by, I had done Coke, opium, PCP, and many others. Pot was my main substance. It was cheap, and controllable. I was so mad one time, that I was with a couple buddies in a tweaker house, and they offered me some dope. I just said ok, and smoked dope. From the first hit, I knew it was better than pot. I was overweight, didn't sleep anyway, but was always tired. I lost weight, wasn't tired and felt like a real person.
After a couple of weeks of use, I tried slamming tweak. I did my first point, then went to school. It was hard being a junior, and trying to pull that together especially since everyone knew how I usually was. I had never gone to high school sober. From that moment on, I quit smoking pot, and reverted to the dope, getting more and more spendy each time.
One day, I got in trouble, and got my car taken away. I had driven off to buy meth in the middle of the night, and got caught. I used it all on the way home, then wanted more. I told my mom that I was going to leave, getting all mad because the dope was leaving my system. I sat and cried, and itched, thinking I would never feel better. I got so out of hand, my parents called to cops, not knowing at the time they saved my life. I was removed from my house on the 3rd of November, and if I hadn't of been, I would have been a tweaker loser. I was into it for about two months, and am very blessed not to have been into it longer. I grew up saying I would never do drugs, but now I look at myself everyday, knowing I have been an addict, but knowing that god watched over me as I got out of the addiction without rehab or help.
I know it is hard, so if you are into drugs, stop while you are still ahead. God has helped me more than anyone, and without him, I would still be a tweaker. It is scary not being able to feel your emotions, and not be able to love after you have for so many years. I have always been the good kid, and I was tagged a junkie.
Luckily, my mom actually cared about me, and put her foot down before I totally lost it. Luckily, God cared enough to pull me out of it when he did. I have to say, being an overweight child can be tough, so when you see that fat burn off of you, you are automatically hooked. Then, three days with no food, or sleep, you regret the thoughts. You think you can concentrate better, until the day you cant go to school because you cannot leave bed without slamming 40 bucks of meth into your arm. That is no life at all.
As of February 3, I am three months clean from all drugs. I am 16, and plan to stay drug free the rest of my life. Cheers to the ones who have recovered, and praying for the ones who are making their way back to a normal life!