i never thought i would be in trouble. i mean not just introuble with drugs, but with the law. But here i was, sitting in a county jail, waiting for bail, in a nine-by-nine cell. Nevertheless, there i was, on
SERIOUS CRIMES i had allegedly committed, even if i could not remember them all.
For a princess like me, i was terrified to the point of sobriety. I had technically only been doing meth for six months. I was not even doing it habitually, just when someone i had known for years would come around. I found myself doing any and all drugs together.
I felt like i was just putting all my drugs in a huge cauldron, pouring some beer on top, kind of like putting milk on cereal, and taking a straw and doing every bit to the last drop. I found myself not going to sleep for days and days, yet still feeling the obligations to go to work.
i was staying wherever i could (where the drugs were)and not calling my family or my beautiful daughter. My so-called “FRIENDS” never told me to go home, but the only question asked was “can you get me anything” the moment i walked through any door. Of course i could, because i had all the connections.
I just got fed up and started giving my phone numbers away, because i wanted to be able to get high too, without the hassle of getting something for other people. I really wanted to start getting better for the sake of not only myself, but my family and daughter.
Alas, it took me to hitting the bottom of gravel rocks (prison time, not having custody of my child, and hurting my supportive family) to scare me straight.
I has been 10 days of complete sobriety so far, and i know it is a hard road, but this time i PLAN ON MAKING IT TO THE TOP AGAIN. i WANT to be me again!