My Story: Quit Drugs and Live Life!
Quitting drugs seems difficult, right? Well, but not impossible.
Nothing is impossible in this world except promising your girlfriend that you will bring her stars and the moon or building a castle on the moon. Well, other than this, everything is possible. I don’t know about you but about me, I can say it is.
Drug Rehab is possible, get help today!!
I still remember, that was the year 2003 and I was in college. I had a terrible year as my girlfriend broke up and that was the year I started smoking. I got a new girl and things were good until she betrayed me and lied to me about her ex-boyfriend.
I started drinking in the year 2004 and then met some drug dealers. I tried marijuana and I felt great. I started taking regularly and one night, in the night club, I met a girl who used to supply coke (cocaine). I didn’t have enough money and I pleaded her. She showed me her middle finger and abused. I asked her to wait and promised her that I will get the money. Then she held my collar and asked me to sleep with her which I refused because I didn’t like her hair.
I ran and sold my 34gm gold chain for some bucks. I returned and some guy was necking her. I paid her and I took the dosage. I was high. This continued for months and everybody thought I will die as I used to be intoxicated every time. I became lonely as my father left me and now my mother left me with my sister. Friends kicked me off and I had nowhere to go and I started selling my silver (antique) to get my dosages. I started slashing my wrists and drinking my own blood and I even craved for human flesh. I knew that I was becoming insane but I was helpless.
One night, I called my mom and cried a lot and I said I hate her because she left me. I do remember- I was high at that time. She asked me to come to my grandmother’s place and I went, I was high and everybody in the family knew that I take drugs and I am not a good guy as I spend a lot of money on girls, night clubs, etc; and I was very violent.
Next day she took me to a doctor and he told my mom that she must admit me immediately or else I will die in 9 days because the poison has increased up to 97%. My mom cried and asked him to do anything but to save me. They took me to a rehab center.
I do remember the last thing. The doctor held my wrists and injected something. Some people (nurse and all) they inserted some needles inside my skin and last thing I remember was that I called my dad and said, “Dad please come here these a******* are f****** my skin” and the doctor took the phone away. That was the last thing I remember.
Months have passed and I came back to senses in the year 2006. I lost my short term memory and I don’t remember what happened after that but after rehab I started feeling good. In 2007, I changed my old city and came to different one and now, I don’t even drink beer.
* Rehab really helps!
The bad phase has gone and the good phase is finally here!
