It all started when I was sixteen ... I was confused and desperate ... a teenager. I had no friends, I had nothing ... only ambitions and hopes. Now, two years later, I don't have that either ... Now I really don't have anything ... I heard voices telling me not to do it, but I didn't listen to them. They were so "backward" and "insensitive." My voice ... this one, inside, I knew he wouldn't betray me. That's why I only listened to him ... I was deceived, quite by accident, without wanting to, I fell into the abyss ... Every sentence now remains unfinished, whatever I say will be too little to express the feeling I felt every night ... when I woke up sweaty and pale, startled by another nightmare ... or just scared ... even of myself. I didn't think about anything for days and nights, I didn't communicate with anyone, I had forgotten what love is. Everyone ignored me, I was an unnecessary thing, a toy with which fate played, quite carelessly pushed it into the walls, but this "toy" also has a soul ... no one understood that. I wanted to be happy with the girl I loved, I wanted to study, then follow ... These were my only dreams. I wanted to succeed in life and I didn't give up until the last ... I really didn't believe that I would get here ... And you don't believe now, but I went this way and realized that there is no going back ... I lost the little ambition and self-belief, my only focus was on the next dose ... and the days passed so slowly, I had the feeling that time was deliberately "stopping" at some point, so that I could not shake and enjoy life ... I lived with my family ... I remember playing with my little brother, he always took an example from me. Will my path follow now ... I don't even know where he is. He's gone, the bright room is gone. Then my world was locked in a gloomy, small room full of smoke ... no light ... I had stopped studying a long time ago, and I never finished ... I remember when my friends told me not to "waste my life" ... ... and I was smiling and proud of every next packet ... I was really "in heaven" during that time, but no matter how lonely I felt before, now I'm even more lonely. I already understood what true loneliness is, I have been through everything, but what I am experiencing now is the most tragic. Those who worried about me - not to waste my life, no longer greet me ... It's amazing how honest I am, for the first time I share something so real, for the first time I realized that life is only one and that I passed through hell before I got there ...
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You are very right and I hope it will help others who have gone this way, if they have the opportunity to read it. Very instructive story. I don't know anything, but still you don't have the opportunity to continue your education. You have already realized your mistake, and why not now return to normal life slowly? It will not be easy, but I sincerely wish you success! :) This is one of the few stories that really moved me and made me think about the fact how valuable life is, without being in your situation, but in relation to your bitter experience. Few people like you can realize where they are going, because most find their deaths. Good luck and may the dreams you once lost along the way come back and may you make them come true, because better late than never!
I don't know what to tell you, man, I'm reading such a story for the first time ... I was very impressed by these words "I wanted to be happy with the girl I loved, I wanted to study, then to follow ..." I'm glad that people like you dare to share and give advice, ask for help and need to be heard. As far as I understand, you once loved and had dreams, so look for this girl again, talk to her and explain everything. How do you feel, what have you been through and how have you realized your mistakes ... it can give you moral support. As far as I understand, you haven't studied for two years (you stopped at 16 and now you're 18) Try to go back to the teacher, ask yours for some money to get out of town, to run away somewhere far away where they don't know you and to you continue your education. Get started. I think that if you start all over again, you will get better in life as long as you have the desire and the opportunity. I don't know exactly how things are with you) whether yours are separated or alive, whether abroad or in Bulgaria, whether an ex-girlfriend wants to see you, etc.) but if you want you can give me your skype or I can give you I give mine and help you as much as I can with advice and recommendations (or just share with me when you're naughty :)) I wish you much success and know, never give up, there is always a way out, absolutely always, I'm in it he dined alone.
I will tell you only one thing. I'm the mother of a drug addict ... and what you're describing can't happen to you on grass. I would be happy if my son smokes weed instead of taking heroin. Since he became like this, I have known, seen and understood his friends, who have been smoking weed for years and living a completely normal way of life (work, family ... children). You have no idea what this is about, really. You can't tell me you're 18 and you've gone through hell because you smoke weed. Not my boy, you really don't know what it is !!!
I support number 1. SUCCESS :)
I don't know what kind of mother you are and how your boy got there, but read the story again. Apparently you haven't read the story at all. This is the first time I'm moved by something like this. My cousin is a drug addict (yes, only weed), but I don't even want to explain to what extent his nervous system is broken. And this boy didn't say he only smoked weed. Apparently he just saved a little. But don't think that only your son is in that situation. And I think you parents are to blame for everything (sorry to say that) ...
Hey, well done was number 5 ... your parents were guilty of you being drug addicts. Yes exactly! Your mother powders your nose and beats your syringes, huh? Otherwise, they are guilty when they do not allow you to see certain people or by putting you in the evening so that you do not get there. But then when you start shaking and ... "Mom and Dad are guilty, because when they forbid me, I want even more" or "Mom and Dad are guilty, because they gave me too much freedom and I did what I could I want to ". You are to blame, everyone carries their own cross, everyone determines their own destiny and everyone makes their own decisions about what to do with their lives. Ahhh ... and one more thing, learn the difference between weed and hard drugs, because their difference is from chocolate to shit!
Number 3 where did you read that it is only on grass ??
It's not the parents' fault. No one is to blame here, there are just thousands of reasons to get kids involved. Parents are at least to blame, drug addiction is something like a captivity that you fall into quite imperceptibly ... and number 6 this is the difference between weed and hard drugs is clear, everyone knows it.
Well, let's say from "Then my world was locked in a dark, small room full of smoke ..." or from "I hope you understand me ... don't be proud of the weed you smoke and don't follow this gloomy my way ... ", I did not read anywhere and say that it is heroin. I think it would be good for the person who wrote the story to get involved. Ultimately, once he shares this and wants advice, he can answer those questions. And for your information, I'm 100% sure it wasn't written by a drug addict or an 18-year-old ... but you're all so naive as to believe everything you read that ...
Number 9: Just because he writes about weed and no other drugs are highlighted doesn't mean there weren't any. I wrote "don't be proud of weed" because I know that most readers of the story smoke and are certainly proud .. and also by that I meant that the grass starts and goes that way in most cases. Nowhere did I say that the grass leads to everything that is written in the story. It's just the first step. Is it clear now :)
Being aware is a step forward for the better. Only you can help yourself. Believe in yourself! Good luck and hope you make your dreams come true, because it's never too late to start over.
To number 6: I wrote the 5th comment. Where exactly did I write that I was a drug addict? That is why I can say that the parents are to blame. Because I know how mine raised me. I've never, absolutely never done things to worry about. I smoked weed once and I will never do it again. I don't drink alcohol because my body can't stand it, and I hate being in a state that doesn't allow me to control myself. Thanks to my parents for not being like you. They made me a responsible and completely independent person. They never forbade me anything. They never restricted me. And here - in my opinion, they are worthy of respect. As they have always tried to be well, so I now try not to hurt them with anything. I did not mention that I have a sister who is the same as me. No drugs, no alcohol ...
I hope you really realized your mistake and went on the right path. I wish you a lot of luck and love. Everyone deserves a second chance.
You say that now you are experiencing the worst, that you are lonely. But why, why after you have changed. True, your friends and relatives have lost faith in you, but now right when you need them, why is there no one, why is it always like that, reading such stories I want to hug and reassure the victim :(
Hello friend, I understand you very well how you feel ... because of the nasty drugs, I lost a person I cared about, but I also got a friend I love :) He was addicted, he had many problems, but I stood by him and I helped him to overcome the difficulties and to understand that without drugs he will feel better :) If you want a friend, I am on a date, my email is [email protected]
I have a very close person who was in your situation but got away with it himself. So it is not impossible. All you need is a very strong will and the support of loved ones to believe in you. You have dreams and this is the most important thing. So there is something to fight for. This man I'm talking about was at the absolute bottom and now he's studying and working at the same time. you can change. It's never too late.
Hello, my opinion is keep cheating: D
Until № 18 drink your milk and go to bed ...!
Well, how stupid you all are ... It's okay, but you can't understand that when you smoke weed, after a while you get bored and want something stronger, you resort to coca pico amphetamines and you get bored and watch what happens when the hertz catches you because there is no way not to reach it and END of that was the end of your life how can you be so simple wow ....
To the author ... Write about the development of your story ... has your life gotten better?
... Ae number 3 forty, but read more carefully he is either in brown or in white there is a word "package" in what is written if you do not know what it means you better keep quiet because you have a child addict or a friend addict pray "pro" or more knowledgeable than the others, it became a bit of a laugh ... otherwise I don't know what to say except to tighten up seriously I couldn't, but I see that you have the will
Author, where are you? How are you? Did you see the light .. I hope you are well, to be with yours, to study and follow .. :) God protect you man :) Miroslav
I am proud of you, I hope you are well and dreams come true it is never too late :)
I beat the author, I've been so I've tried many things, I'm not proud, many people have tried but just do not recognize. I was going to die of ecstasy and then I gave the bottom. In order for a person to give up these things, he himself must understand that these things are pulling you down. NO ONE, but NO ONE can help you with words. . Only at the thought of these things do I feel that feeling that life is leaving my body. I believe that the Author gave up because he realized that he was ruining his life, and this is very difficult for an addict.
Hello! I hope that the author is well, that his life has a purpose and meaning and that he really knows happiness. As for whether the parents are to blame ... There are some, of course. But I will give you an example - my brother and I were raised in the same way in the same family. He became a successful man, and neither smoked nor drank, let alone tried drugs. I - I became a drug addict (heroin), I got hepatitis c, I infected my boyfriend, and in the end I started prostitution :(. I wasted my life, but it's not my parents' fault. The reasons are always complex. you can also be misled by bad company and be able to be manipulated easily, to be in a moment when you are looking for something to dull the pain in your heart, to show curiosity ... or to want to reach the bottom so that you can then on the way up to evaluate everything ... Like now - I'm so proud that I've been clean for 3 years (but I'm on methadone), I'm proud to work - I make meager money, but I do it honestly with both hands. I started to enjoy the little things, to appreciate them much more, even before I started taking drugs. I dream of a family, children, to have a chance to heal with my friend, with whom we have been together for 7 years, because it hurts to know that I am the cause of his illness, that he dies little by little every day because of me. And yet I was happy ... Before I realized that my boy - the love and meaning of my life, the one I had fought for so long, my support, had started again - tonight I saw the marks on his hands ... I should have felt it a month ago, when it started moving again with the people we had broken away from ... His mother never loved him and told him, but she doesn't even love herself. Yes, she may be to blame for the fact that he started, but for the fact that he continues ... I don't think ... He has me and all my love ... Hell, it's not my parents' fault! This - the evil that man causes himself, no one else can cause him!
Thanks! not on the grass. People can't understand that grass is not the reason to start shaking (because a concept like shaking with grass is incomprehensible to me), but the way to start a drug life. I smoked weed for 7 years, at least once a day ... weed was everything, we were just wondering how to get drunk and which post to go to. I am thankful to God that I got to a point where when I got drunk and it became very dull and I got paranoid. Now for 3 years I have no interest, let alone desire .... I smoke and I don't like the smell. Understand ... the grass fails in the shortest and in general leads to: - problems with the psyche and thought, in general health - problems with the police - for some small for others big (fatal for life) - problems with friends / parents. -asociality Now you will say examples, etc. but I will say that when a child with an undeveloped psyche and outlook on life starts smoking .... for him the hero is the next weed cigarette, for him white is the next weed cigarette, for him amphetina is the next weed cigarette. I hope all addicts make a difference between a 14-15 year old boy who smokes and a man in his 30s who lights a joint on a Friday night. Thanks for reading what I wrote
To number 20: I'm 22 and I've been smoking weed for 8 years. I tried mushrooms, but it was awful, and I've only smoked weed ever since. BUT according to your theory I am currently on the street, fighting for my next dose, but in fact I am studying higher and arranging my future ...
I read a few posts and gave up ... stop writing about things you have no idea about! To the author: dude, I've been on your bed for 7 years (I've been clean since 1). I'll just tell you that there is a way out (as long as you want it hard enough) ... everyone just has to find their own way.