![]() I bonded with the other people in the house and felt like I belonged. I utilized willingness and surrendered to the program of hope being offered in the house. I had been in a sober living 5 years ago in which I lied and manipulated my way into making it seem as though I was working a program, which inevitably put me right back where I was before. This sober living was different than the last one I was in there was a sense of community. After being in the house for several months, I started feeling like something was working. I had drank and used drugs in the past to boost my confidence and be able to interact with others. I came to The Last House on September 14, 2015. I didn’t know anything about The Last House but I am thankful today that I had just enough clarity to give it a shot. I was given an opportunity to go to California and try to get sober yet again. None of these consequences of my actions caused me to stop. Dishonesty, disrespect and manipulation were all apart of my day-to-day life. I had lost friends over time because they could no longer see me continue to ruin my life. I was working at a dead end job and living paycheck to paycheck, only to become broke the day I got paid. I lost sight of how much I was hurting not only myself but also those around me. I had gotten to a point in my life where I was so comfortable being an alcoholic, that I had accepted the notion of staying consumed by this appalling disease until I died. Drugs and alcohol had been the answer to all my problems for the last 5-10 years. I started using harder drugs, which led to more arrests and eventually homelessness with no one to turn to. I had a newfound priority, which surpassed all other relationships and ambitions I had.įor the next several years, I continued down this path of destruction. I slowly started changing whom I surrounded myself with and began to see less of my family. ![]() I ended up dropping out before even completing the semester and put school on the back burner. I began using and drinking more heavily, which sequentially put me in handcuffs for the second time while back home for Thanksgiving break. I was struggling to attend classes in my first semester of college. I barely got my diploma and continued doing what I thought was normal for a teenager. ![]() I began procrastinating on homework and started using during lunch break and even at school. ![]() Over the course of the next few years, it became something I did everyday. Just before freshman year in high school, I got high for the first time. ![]()
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