Want to hear some
amazing news.
It gets better. Want to know how I know?
Here I'll tell
you.
Two years and six months
ago I got my first injection of heroin, and became addicted. Now
I don't know what you know about this drug but. It's like
nothing in the world matters more than it, not food, not family,
not even school. It is your world, there is nothing but that
holding you down to the earth.
I was happy, I was content, I
was living life.
As a teenager addicted to
a strong drug that ruins lives. I wasn't prepared for what
happened next. 10 months into my addiction I was driving home
with a friend, high. When i got home I saw my parents bedroom
light still on and mentally sighed, like the nights before, Nic
helped me to my room and made sure I got home
safly.
One day i couldn't get
my fix...so I went insane. I broke things in my room, my prized
possesion I got from my Uncle who had died of cancer a year
before.
Shattered on the
floor.
My world
crumbled.
Everything fell apart,
withdrawl after withdrawl I lay in my bed wishing I could get the
courage to put a bullet through my skull.
And I almost did.
Nic saved me, no he
isn't my night in shining armor, he isn't some amazing
person, he is just...love.
Unconditional.
I got clean eventually.
It was hard, it still felt like my stomach was torn from my
body.
That brings us to about
one year ago.
Me and Nic started dating soon after, and with dating comes
relations, with relations comes a baby.
My little Rozella was
born.
She is almost two months old and I
love her with all my heart.
It gets better, let no one tell
you other wise.