Substance Abuse And Suicide Analysis

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I started high school in a tremendously dark place. I hated everyone because nobody had ever done anything for me. Why would I do something for someone else or myself for that matter? Anyone who tried to direct me in a better direction I said “f*ck you”. In my dark place I was doing every single drug I could get my hands on. I was high or drunk all the time. I was skipping class to hang out with friends that sold me drugs. I am surprised that with all my encounters with the police I didn't get put in jail. I was addicted to multiple substances and eventually had to go to rehab. I disrespected everyone so whatever happened to me was prolly karma. All I wanted to do was party. I snuck out at night and did crazy things. I was having sex with …show more content…

By the time I was in 10th grade I had given up. I was done fighting because there was nothing to fight for. I realized there is no point in trying because it won't get better. I cried myself to sleep every night after my family would yell at me saying I wasn't enough. I felt like a terrible daughter and sister. At this point really all I wanted to do was die. Ever since I was old enough to understand that killing myself was an option I thought one day I would be dead. I wanted someone to notice that I was so unhappy and that my life was a mess. Nobody ever put the pieces together until I found someone just like me. I wanted love but I also didn't care anymore. Good comes bad. My good was finally getting a home cooked meal and the bad was getting beaten like I was a punching bag. That was the problem and that wasn't okay with me. My first suicide attempt was jumping in front of a car. After many hospitalizations and therapists later I was finally getting better. I found a therapist who had dealt with similar things and actually gave me a different perspective and hope. I finally had someone to talk to that wasn't drowning. I didn't cry and do drugs or hurt myself all the time anymore. I was gonna be okay. I still had breakdowns but that was okay; crying is an outlet. I needed to stop holding everything in. Everyday I contributed to my …show more content…

I want to say this is me and you should accept that. I am beautiful the way I am, inside and out. I don’t want to apologize for being me. There is a place for me I just have to work hard enough to find it. If someone doesn't like me when I am at my worst and in crisis then they don’t deserve to see or be with me at my best. Fake friends leave when things get hard. Real friends stick with you through everything. This symbolizes a time in my life when the one person who said she was never gonna leave left. She is back in my life now but I don't trust her. I have to keep my head up for me and not for her. She can't be the most important thing in my life. I have been in many bad relationships and I can do better than all of them. Sometimes I wish it would have worked out between me and them but really I am better off. Overall, I should thank all the people that hurt me because they made me who I am. I am still living, breathing and standing. They didn't kill me. I should give myself a high five because look what I have overcome. This world is mine and I can do whatever I want with my life. I can inspire others to get better because there is life at the end of the tunnel even if you can't see it. Believing is seeing. Seeing isn't

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