Recovery

"When my mother died, I was 15. She was my everything after my dad left us for a job that landed him across the United States with a big tit blonde. I didn't have any other family so I was put into foster care where I met this guy. His name was Robby, and I should have realized he would have been robbing me of my life. He hooked me up with this drug that I had to inject with a needle. I didn't know then that I would nearly O.D, only two months later. I landed in the hospital where my heart actually stopped beating for an entire minute... it doesn't seem that long, but imagine being dead for a minute. It's scary... but when I woke up I saw something... someone... who set me straight." I said to the group.