The First Step

At the end of May 2007 I was sick and alone. I mean I had my so called "friends" but I was without anyone who cared if I was dying or ruining my life. My best friend from high school showed up at my house and told me she wasn't going to let me ruin my life. So she told my parents. When I talked to them they said they couldn't make me get help but they were going to be at my door as soon as I asked. I was scared, frustrated, sick, and angry. I knew I was unable to defeat this addiction on my own. So I asked for help, and three hours later they were at my door with a trailer, packed up my apartment, and took me home. I kicked the addiction at home cold turkey. It was the worst thing I have ever done. It hurt so bad mentally and physically, because the cocaine make your brain crazy and heroin make your body hurt like hell. One week later I admitted myself into a drug and alcohol addiction hospital. I had been preparing myself for a week to go in but once it was time to go I was scared to death. I didn't want to go spend 3 weeks with a bunch of strangers while I am trying to recover from an addiction. But after being there for a few hours I was at home. These people were just ordinary people with problems. We were no different. For once in my life everyone was the same. We were all there for the same reason, and it made me feel more confident.