Personal Narrative: Drugs And Alcohol Abuse

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The lights were harsh as I opened my eyes. There was a large tube coming out of my stomach. My parents sat to my hospital bed. I turned to them and gave them as much of a smile as I could muster. They started to cry. My dad hugged me tight and it hurts, but I hugged him back. The doctor came in and explains that I “overdosed on Percocet and alcohol last night and am lucky to be alive.” I had been using drugs and alcohol since I was twelve. I am now seventeen. My use had gone up exponentially each year, at its peak I was using twice a day. I had been unable to see the downward spiral that had become my life; the poor grades I was receiving, losing relationships that had once been close, and my declining health. I had always been hard on myself, but with the my overdose, life started to become unbearable. I fell further into my addiction. …show more content…

Two large men loomed over my bedside. They took me to the mountains of Utah and dropped me off with a group of, then strangers. The first demon I faced during my time in treatment was the alcohol withdrawals. My first two days were spent lying down, vomiting into a hole that I had dug. The kids in the group looked like savages, hair matted and faces dirty with sweat and grime from the long weeks of hiking. Over the next three months, I would share things with these kids that I had never shared with anyone, my deepest fears and insecurities. For the first time in a long time, I cried, I laughed and most important I lived with this group of misfits in the mountains of Utah. I headed to a new school in Montana to continue the work I had started in Utah and finally face some struggle I had faced my whole

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