It started when I was 12, I would sneak around and steal cigarettes from my uncle, and stay up till my parents went to sleep to steal sips of an alcohol we had under the cabinets. When I started middle school in 2007 I was first introduced to weed, it was the cool thing to do, we would walk back to a vacant lot behind the school and smoke. That became a habit every few days. But 7th grade was just the beginning for me. When 8th grade came around it was the first time I tried mushrooms, and ecstasy, at that time I had an easily accessible way to get weed. All I had to do was ask a certain person. The summer after eighth was the first time I attempted to stop through treatment, due to my best friend also getting sent to a treatment program, I felt it was time to stop, even though my parents had no idea I had a problem. After 4 months of sobriety of the summer, I relapsed.
High school started, and so did I again, I picked up my old habits, along with abusing perception drugs, and that continued for about a year, until I was with friends and someone had blow, cocaine, from the first time I tried, I loved the rush, the energy I got, and the invincibility I felt. I began using that bi-weekly for about half a year till I began using daily, along with, prescription medication, weed, and many other drugs. I used heavily for close to a year until one night, I overdosed and began