I'm gonna make a confession here because there is so many supportive people I am not afraid to talk about anything here.
I was 18. New to life and I got lost a bit. Had some problems with my parents, school, finances (debts) and everything was kinda overwhelming.
Had no job, money and family to support me. I was okay from the outside but broken inside.
Year later, unfortunately I came across drugs for the first time in my life. I got so addicted to weed that I couldn't imagine my morning without 2g weed for breakfast.
The world was less depressed place and everything seemed normal when I got high.
Somehow, I got job at the office then, but I resigned after while, because I was more like a slave. I bought one way ticket to the England From my last money and I wanted to change my life. Oh god.. I was so wrong! I started with all kind new drugs for me (coke, LSD, shrooms, MDMA etc.).
There were few days that I had to sleep on the streets of London.
I was cold, broken (again) and just wanted to see my family again.
That led me to get sober and take some action in my life finally.
I was exhausted, tired and had almost no money (..again).
After year in England I came back to my country and haven't touch the drugs since then.
It's been almost four years.
Nowadays, I am fine.. but just fine. I kinda live a ,,normal life" because my family is really supportive, I freelance photography and I've met many new people last few months. I just feel stress and pressure on me.
But I think that my past started to hunt me down 'cuz I remember that uplifting feel when I got high on weed. I was thinking about to smoke a bit but I'm afraid of falling right into the addiction again that could be worse..
I can still resist, but I don't know for how long.