Dear Addiction,
You were my closest friend, the one who held me in the dark. But you were also my greatest enemy, day by day tearing me apart. I was fifteen when we met, you crept into my life. I got to know you so well in my bedroom late at night. It started with sleeping pills to sedate me when my emotions took control, when I got too upset. Then I started abusing the pills to get out of my head and forget. It started out as self-medication, just trying to get the weight off my chest, but somewhere, somehow, it progressed and progressed. I began to abuse all types of pills, then to heroin, meth, and cocaine. It went from every now and then to nearly everyday. I loved getting high, it started to feel like home. But the more I abused these drugs, the more my life became one huge joke. You've taken so much from me, pushed away those who I love the most. You became my top priority, no one could even come close. The saddest part was I never really cared, I thought I wasn't "really" an addict. But I had to face the fact, I had fell into some pretty nasty habits. Driving under the influence and hooking up with random strangers, I didn't care about myself and it put me in a lot of danger. You think I'd learn my lesson after being raped, and overdosing so I completely lost my breath, yet I continued to use, it's almost like I was praying for death. You've caused some horrific things to happen, my friend, and all at my expense. How could I ever have loved you? It just makes no sense. So I'm saying goodbye to you, like I should've done long, long ago. I am enough as I am, and deserving of a good life without you, and now I finally know.
