January - 2010

Scared Myself Away .

Northern Canada

This year i just started high school. It was a few weeks after school started and it was going good, I had been dating my boyfriend for almost a year and my grades were pretty decent.. I was putting all my junk away in my locker when these 4 guys came up and asked if i wanted to go out to the 'pines'. The pines was the place where everyone would smoke, get high.. ect. I knew these guys through my boyfriend and thought it would be fun. My boyfriend on the other hand didn't think it was such a great idea. He didn't like people that did drugs. He thought it was stupid and pointless. At the time I thought it would be cool so i just ignored him and went with the guys. When we got out there about 10 other people came. I just kept taking hits until i started to cough up brown stuff. We started walking back to the school when they stopped to have more. I told them i needed to get back to school and get my boyfriend they just laughed at me and said "you look so messed ! take more ! take more!" I told them I couldn't and that i needed to get back but they wouldn't listen so i went on my own. To get out of the pines you have to climb a fence so i climbed up it and thought i could make it back down but i couldnt get my foot on the bar. I fell right straight down on my butt. The guys came over and saw me laying on the ground and starting laughing "she fell !" I didn't know what was going on. I thought I was in a dream or a cartoon, But NOT a fun one. I started to cry and scream "GO GET MY BOYFRIEND RIGHT NOW !" one of the guys ran inside. It took forever for them to get back outside. While i was waiting the other guys were standing infront of me teasing me calling me a wuss and saying i was a faker. They thought it was hilarious that i was having such a bad trip. They kept telling me that the principal and the cops were beside me. When my boyfriend and the other guy finally came outside I was terrified and couldn't stop crying. My boyfriend came and sat beside me and told me that he wasn't sitting outside with me and missing class. He said that it was my dumb decission and that i needed to find my way out of it on my own. When the bell rang everyone went inside except my boyfriend and I . "Should I call my Mom?" he told me that he thought that as a fantastic idea. So I did it. I called my Mom when i was stoned out of my mind. I told her everything that had happened. She was suprisngly not mad at me at all. She called my Dad , who worked closer to my school then she did. He had to come and pick me up from school and take me home. When i got home I went to sleep and woke up 4 hours later. I was still pretty messed up and felt extremely sick. A few weeks after that I kept seeing things that weren't actually there and when i was talking to someone I would forget who they were and what i was talking about.

Every single day at school those same guys come up to me and say "Hey, Wanna come out to the pines? you know you want to ! come on !" And every time I say "no. if you guys want to do it go right ahead but I am not messing my life up. thanks" and it works. They leave me alone. Ever since that day i haven't touched any kind of drug. I scared myself away from all of it and I am glad i did. It's not for me and I wish I would have relized that before.Don't do something because you or your friends think its cool. They might have fun doing it but they are also going to have a hard time doing classes over and getting jobs if they are messed up on drugs. Make the right choice.

Never been but already know

Western Canada

I have never been involved in drugs and neither have my friends exept for one girl. She was the new girl, she found some friends and hung out with them like a normal girl would. Every thing was normal until the middle of the first semester. She began acting very strange, one day she was a bully the next very emotional. On the bus was usually the time she would get very open about what was happening at her house. Word spread and soon the whole class knew what the new girl was going through but no one bothered to the teacher. What happened at home was very illegal, the new girl's mom was using drugs and growing them in her garage. The new girl threated to go to the police if her mother would not stop using the drugs, but her mom would not stop and started putting drugs in the new girl's lunch. Several times the new girl had to go home because of the drugs. And then one day the new girl never came back to school. The class asumed that she was just sick but then months passed and the news came the new girl would not be coming back to school. Our teacher told us that the new girl would be moving some where else and that her siblings would all be separated. And that there would be no contact ever again between us and the new girl. The new girl's mother would be going to jail. Now we all look at the empty desk in the far corner and wonder, "How did the new girl move on knowing that she probably would not see her family again?" But now we know what drugs can do to a person and that using drugs doesn't mean that you are cool it means that your afraid.

My Story

Northern Canada

I Used To be a huge druggy, from E to acid, the only drug i would never use was heroin, no dirty needles for me, i was really hooked to exctasy, it screwed my life up hardcore, I started pawning my things and my moms things, snuck into a couple peoples house and stole there stuff, just so i could pay for my addictions, On day at a party with a couple friends, my friend ODed on E, and died at the party, that was my raincheck, i looked back at my life and thought about how much better it was, after about a year of withdrawls, I finnally got off the stuff and turned my life around, Havent Touched any drugs since!

I "Thought it was cool! But i thought wrong.

Western Canada

I was about 15 when i started partying and doing drugs. I thought it was cool to be running for a drug dealer, but really, all it got me into was a lot of trouble, which at 20 yrs old i'm still trying to get out of. Once you get into the scene its really hard to get out of. For me, it was just "i'll just try it once". But one time became all the time, everyday, for yrs. I started stealing from my mom, from wrk. I got into the harder drugs. Once you start you can't stop, until you run outa money, or until you hurt yourself. I can remember so many times i actually hurt myself because i was so upset with the money i spent, stole, and the people i had lied to. Using drugs for a long period of time causes some people to get peranoid. Paranoiya was also a main part of maing life, ripping people off, always watching over my shoulders making shure no one was comming after me, or making shure the cops weren't around. Being paranoid is also a big part of why i lied. Lieing became a way of life for yrs. I was always lieing to everyone, trying to cover my tracks. Lieing about who i was hanging with, what i was doing doing, where i was going, lieing to my mom, to my sister, to my friends. I dropped out of school in grade ten because i thought partying with my friends was more important. I can tell you right now, those friends were never really my friends, none of them are around today. I started coming home at 5 in the mourning and sleeping all day, going out all night, Its not fun. The people you see/meet at those hours of the night are the people you don't want to meet. At a young age i seen a lot of things that i shouldn't have seen. I tell you, it takes a lot to get back to normal. After 3 yrs of everyday using of drugs and alchohol, i finally needed the help of a rehab center to get me back on my feet. They showed me how to have fun without drugs. They also helped me find myself and reasons why i let myself go. I will be 21 yrs old this yrs old in Dec and i will be finally ending my probation in aug. In june of 2008, right before rehab my addiction led me to doing a run for someone i had never met. While i was in rehab i got a phone call from my mother saying i was being charged with traffiking. But because i was in rehab and turned myself in, the judge gave a lesser sentence of 8 months house arrest and 12 months probation. I hope i have learned my lesson, and i pray that others will not fallow in my path.

in ninth grade

Northern Canada

in ninth grade, i caught up with an old friend. i didn't realize she was so into drugs. at first i tried too ignore her problem, but i was really curious. i wondedred what it felt like to be high. one night while we were hanging out, we went to her friend's house they were passing around a joint. i didn't accept. afterward i saw how dumb they looked when they were high, and i realized that was not the kind of person i wanted to be. a few weeks later she came to school and said she wanted to get high. so she asked me to come to her house after school. she had mentioned it earlier in the day and i was thinking about it the whole day. so when she asked me i lied and said i had to go home, i had too much stuff to do. i never really thought about drugs after that. i knew what kind of person i would become and that's not what i wanted. needless to say my friend still does drugs, but i'm never around when she is. i have never supported it in any way.

Numb

The sun was no longer warm, it was just there to let humans know it was day. The snow had fallen, partying finailly had it's halts, no one wanted to step outside even for a just a few drags of pot or cigerettes. I ran away from home...I can't go back. "If I go back I thought" My parents would freak needless to let to say I didn't want my sister nore' my brothers to know what I had been doing.

I ran away on short notice. My mother baught me a winter coat, I lost that from stealing a veihicle. On top of that a week after I lost my backpack, my purse, my I.D.'s, my cellphone; much more that I bare to think about. All for a few drinks which had been more than a few, got into the curiousity of trying something I had no idea of what it was or what I was about to put in my body. Curiosity overwelmed me so much that I didn't think twice that night. A huge blur. A blur pounding through my head that wouldn't go away. I'm dancing with my freinds and I thought "Wow that partying is still going on, This is insane!"

All of sudden I could hear poeple talking, machines making beeping sounds, lights becomming brighter and brighter. I'm not partying...I'm in a bed with an IV inserted into my left arm, my head was pounding, my face felt sore, all the way to the soles of my feet, I was covered with blankets; all I could think about was "What happened that night?"

Why I avoid drugs

Central Canada

I've avoided drugs for a long time now. My family, friends, and I all know that drugs are bad - and not only are they bad they are harmful. People have offered me some and I've declined, knowing that they have several harmful chemicals.

one bad decision

Central Canada

Everytime after I smoke weed or drink I feel every isolated, paranoid, depressed and all these other horrible feelings.No one tells you what the drug feels like after everyone is not around you or the after affects. I keep telling myself I never want these feelings to come back but its hard to stop once you have tried it. I wish I never even started.