The worst part,
about being a drug addict,
is that you know youβre a drug addict.
You know,
all your excuses are bullshit.
You know,
when itβs your addiction talking,
not you.
You know,
youβre hurting those around you.
You know,
you need help.
You know,
youβre lost.
You know,
youβre lying to yourself.
Nobody,
sets out to be an addict.
You just,
wake up on day,
as an addict.
I usually say that,
the first time I used Meth,
I was addicted.
Thatβs not true.
The first time I used,
I knew,
Iβd do it again.
I wasnβt addicted though.
I became an addict,
when I used to forget,
my problems,
my pain,
my anguish.
I became an addict,
when I gave my addiction priority,
over the important things,
in my life.
I became an addict,
when I lost almost everything I had,
stopped using for a while,
then picked up again.
Thinking,
βItβs been long enough.
Iβll be able to stop this time.
I donβt have a problem.
I was just in a bad place,
at that time in my life.β
I became an addict,
when the strength,
of my addiction,
out weighed the shame I felt,
when I looked at pictures of my kids.
At problems,
my addiction has caused.
At people,
who I have hurt.
At what I could have done,
with my time.
My money.
My family.
.
.
I became an addict,
when I looked in the mirror,
asked myself to stop.
Then put the piece to my lips,
took another hit,
and left myself behindβ¦
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