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I remember my life getting high. I was a miserable person. I started
getting high when I was 11 years old. Simply smoking pot and the
occasional shot or two. I thought it was an escape for me so I abused it.
Then I finally moved on to bigger things. I started using ecstasy and
going to raves when I was 13 years old. I was a pissed off, miserable
middle schooler. Life was going downhill for me at a fast rate and I was
to the point where I did not want to live anymore but I was too much of a
pansy to kill myself. I started huffing dustoff when I was 14 and a
freshman in high school. I was hospitalized for an ecstasy OD my freshman
year on December 12 and I still had not hit my bottom. I truly felt like
there was no other way for me to live at that point, so why even stop what
I was doing? The drugs made me feel good for an hour or two, it seemed
like that was the best it was going to get. Then I nearly got kicked out of
my old school, I had been suspended 5 times by then and if I got one more
I would be expelled from Jeffco Public Schools. So my parents sent me to
an alternative school and I got even more angry and miserable. I yelled at them everyday, even if they were just saying hello to me. I went from
drug counselor to drug counselor and told them all to leave me alone.
I even popped a couple pills in front of one. And then I finally hit my
bottom after two kids that were in Cornerstone came to talk to
me. The weekend after, I was in outpatient. Cornerstone
saved my life and I am proud to say I love myself, my life, and everyone
involved in the program. I have about 5 months sober now and I have never
been happier. I wanna say thanks to all the counselors and the kids in the
group. I love you all to death!
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