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How I survived being a Crackhead.
Hey everyone. So it’s fair to say I’m pretty new here. But something kept pushing me mentally, to just finally share MY story. I’m sure you’ve probably read lots of war stories, overcoming drugs and other life changing turn arounds. My hope is for someone who truly needs a boost or a little faith, comes across and reads this article and it lights a spark in their brain. Where do I even start? I was a simple woman for the most part, however my childhood was always filled with some underlined trauma. I had 3 beautiful kids, (now 4), I had my own place to live, I worked 2 really great jobs. One as an engineer and the other as a Hotel resort operator. It was December of 2017. I thought it’d be a good idea to move the kids and I back into my mothers home (I was a single mother at the time). I figured, this could be nice, the family all back together again, more time with mom right? WRONG. I felt empty still. I had everything, So why would I feel this way? I was always upset and aggravated if I had to chase the kids around the house for baths and dinner time and I was feeling overworked with my 2 jobs. I wouldn’t know by the end of that December, I was making the biggest worst decision of my life. I decided to hang out with an “old friend” from high school. I can’t believe I worked so hard just to invite stagnant people from the past back into my life. I never really made the best of choices, but this one takes the cake. Long story short, the friend was a male and he started exposing me to all of these substances I’ve never done. I’ve always smoked pot, drank occasionally. But this was different. I knew better, but the rush kept bothering me. He would shoot and snort cocaine and heroin in front of me saying “don’t do it” but at the same time trying to get me to do it... like “don’t do it” unless you can “handle” it. Me, being the trauma filled gullible Moron that I was, I let this guy inject me with a needle filled with cocaine and heroin. First coke then dope. I also tried crack along with the other drugs. I’m sure you can guess The next 6 months. By March of 2018, I had lost everything. My children, my family, my mom, my jobs. All of it. I couldn’t believe it right before my eyes. All because of drugs, after March I was begging people for money and doing things I should’ve never done for it. June 2018 I reached out to a friend I’ve actually met through the drug addict who got me hooked. He seemed level headed. No drugs. So I begged him for help, until he finally did. He spent over $2600+ on me, trying to get me places to live, supporting me with food and clothing. Everything. I would run away every week to do drugs while he would always try to stop me. On September 11th 2018, it would be my last time smoking crack and using drugs. The friend who helped save my life showed me a movie called Super. About a drug addicted girl who gets saved by her boyfriend who does plenty of Heroic things in the movie. I got clean after watching it. No rehab. No 12 step programs. No Narcotics Anonymous. Till this day, I will be exactly 2 years clean on September 11th, 2020. I don’t have it all together quite yet, but I’m still beyond blessed and grateful to be alive today, and to be sharing my story with you all. I also now have a beautiful 6 month old son. Another addition to my family. There is hope. Much Love. ❤️
By Shyanne Cruz6 years ago in Psyche
Illuminating Narcissism
If you’ve been in a relationship with a person who suffers from narcissist personality disorder then more likely than not you’ve experienced the discard stage of the relationship. If you’ve not quite hit that point, please know that this is part of the disorder. They discard because their mentality is always that the grass is always greener on the other side.
By Angela Fosnaugh6 years ago in Psyche
Addicted Minds
Illegal street drugs play a major part in the downfall of society. People lie, steal and cheat just to get their next fix. They have no idea how much they are hurting people, they just want to get high. Causing complete chaos does not matter to them, because they do not realize they are. It gets more difficult everyday to deal with the situations drugs cause. They break down some of the strongest people, one of the most tragic effects of drugs , and are constantly ruining lives. I, too, was a drug addict. I lost myself many times trying to hide behind drugs. Allowing the drugs to take control, only for a slight moment of "so-called" happiness.
By Karen Mowrey6 years ago in Psyche
Candid Confessional
If we’re being honest, I believe ninety percent of people have called in sick to work without actually being sick. Personally, I’ve perfected the “I’m sick” voice on the phone and have even learned to throw in the occasional fake cough. My fake reason for calling in sick has been the same on various occasions. The truth is I actually don’t feel well, however the feelings are self induced. For years I had a problem with drinking alcohol and I'd call in sick when I was hungover. This was never my reason for calling in sick until after I moved out of my parents house.
By Eloise Giesbrecht6 years ago in Psyche
Yesterday’s Anxiety
On one the luckiest days of the year was March 17, 2020 as I was whisked away from my job. We were told to stay home until further notice. Of course I was happy because I didn’t have to get dressed and I felt it was similar to paid time off. Well all money isn’t good money.
By Mecca C Eaves-Glass6 years ago in Psyche
