I'm addicted to drugs
I'm 19 years old and I'm a drug addict. This problem has kept me from living for the last 9 months. I tried a lot of drugs. No one put me on or forced me, I decided to try it myself, and for the first couple of months I used it alone, since I had no friends in the new country.
My mental health can no longer be helped, I no longer know who I am, I have lost my identity. The only thing that interests me is drugs. I turn into a real animal, I can steal the substance from people who really trust me, I can sleep for the powder. When the powder runs out, I start picking up the last crumbs from the floor, etc., like crazy.
On withdrawal I feel terrible, my bones ache, it’s freezing, like the temperature is 40. I promise myself never to use again, but when the abstinence goes away after a couple of days, I really forget about all the negativity and what a rock bottom it is, and I'm running for a dose.
It's scary to just imagine how much money, health, time and self-esteem I lost because of drugs. I haven't told my family or test-antibiotic.com about this problem to most of my friends because I don't want to worry them. I know I can't handle the amount of hatred and humiliation that will follow.
I'm at the bottom and I can't handle it. I just can’t, something inside me has broken, and the very thought that there islife without drugs, and also about the fact that you will have to control yourself throughout your life. I can’t help myself, but no one wants to help me either.
Thank you for reading to the end, and never use!
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