When I picked up that first pill at fifteen, I thought I found heaven, but today, I know that I found hell. I thought that it set me free, when really it confined me to a cell. What was disguised as opening my mind to new things was actually destroying everything I used to know, so that when my eyes were finally forced open, nothing was the same and boy, did it show. I had lost what mattered most, from my family to my reputation, and what was left after-the-fact was nothing but devastation. Drugs were my greatest enemy disguised as my bestest friend. They promised me a new beginning, but in reality, it was the beginning of my end. I thought things couldn't get any worse, yet things only went down from there, it was like I was stuck in this cycle of darkness and despair. Nothing could wake me up, not almost dying or the threat of jail, what can I say? I was an addict and over everything, that would prevail. But not anymore, I've discovered life is so much more than living out a high, I've seen what it can do to you, turning you into a person who will steal, cheat, and lie. And I am not that person, and no drug will ever turn me into one. This is it, they may have won the battle, but as of the war against drugs, I have won.
