I started taking drugs when I was 15, at the weekends taking pills & speed. I was 19 when I started to take cocaine & MDMA. Cocaine was my main love, it became me. I even tried crack.
I would do anything to get it, I got into serious amounts of debt, lost a lot of weight, lost people who genuinely cared about me.
I became a vile, aggressive & moody person when I wasn’t on it, I even started to take it during the week days. One weekend I was raped, I was too drugged up to do anything about it, this was by someone I trusted.
From then on I threw myself into more drugs to try too numb the pain. I became obsessed, always being the one that took too much too early, the one who went too far.
I overdosed one night, luckily I was found & taken to hospital. That didn’t stop me, I needed the drugs. I was in an abusive relationship that was driven by drugs, we hated each other but needed each other to fund our habits.
Within time I met my new partner, he tried to teach me that I was better than that. I gave up drugs 3 years ago & haven’t touched anything since. I am now a mother and wouldn’t change any of it for the world. I hate who I was and regret so much, it eats me up each and every day. But its made me who I am today.
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