My name is Monica. This is my story.

At the time, I was dating a boy we will call John. John was bipolar, and had a little bit of schizophrenia. He was prescribed many different medications to help with his mental issues, but he never took his pills. Instead, he gave them to me and he also sold them. He was a very angry person and was very abusive. I was only in 9th grade. I stopped going to school and got really deep into drugs.

The first thing I tried was marijuana, but eventually the high stopped affecting me. I then tried MDMA and loved it. I started using MDMA more often. I wanted to try other drugs and John got me whatever I wanted. After two weeks I was popping pills everyday. I used Ketamine, mushrooms, and I drank a lot of alcohol.

My dad finally found out that I was doing drugs and he became abusive. He barred my windows and refused to help me. He never washed my clothes or bought me toiletries. I felt worthless.

I was so miserable and felt very lonely. At night, I stayed up crying myself to sleep. I also starting cutting myself. I hated everything about my life so I did more drugs, more often. I wanted anything to make me forget about reality.

One day I called my mom and told her I wanted to move to Florida. That night she booked me a plane ticket. My dad found out and went crazy. He threatened me and said he was going to call the police. I couldn’t wait to get out of that situation.

When I got to Florida, I was a mess. I was wearing dirty clothes and looked like I hadn’t bathed in weeks. My mom couldn’t salvage any of my clothes because they were so filthy. She had to throw everything out.

When I enrolled in school I met more people who did drugs. I started smoking weed again. A year went by and I stopped talking to those friends and became friends with people who were drug dealers. I also started dating a guy named Troy who was the biggest drug dealer in our area.

When you wanted drugs, you went to Troy and Me. We could get anything for you. Troy was very abusive and controlling, he even convinced me to steal from people. I thought this was how my life was going to be. I thought I was happy because I had access to all the drugs I could ever want.

After eight months of abuse, Troy and I broke up and I became depressed. I needed to get my wisdom teeth removed and I decided it was the perfect opportunity to get Vicodin. I had only been taking the Vicodin for three days when I decided to start selling my pills. I stole OxyContin from my step-dad and started taking and selling those pills at school too.

For a while I did drugs everywhere and anywhere. I would be in the middle of class and start snorting lines on my desk. No one could stop me from doing what I wanted to do.

Eventually someone told the principal about me selling and doing drugs. The principal contacted my mother. On November 27, 2012 I was going to skip school to do cocaine. But my mother had another plan for me.

She said I had an appointment and was going to be late for school. I didn’t care because I wasn’t planning on going to school that day anyway. We arrived at this strange place and I found out that my mom had arranged an intervention for me. I was furious.

For the first three weeks at Inspirations for Youth and Families I refused to talk to anyone. I shut everyone out. I wasn’t used to talking about my emotions because I was always alone before treatment. I also rebelled against everyone. I stole, lied, and brought prohibited things into the treatment center. I was at Inspirations for Youth and Families for 75 days. I left on February 9, 2013. I have been completely sober every since.

I never would have believed you if you told me a few years ago that I would be sober, clean, and happy. Now that I’m sober I have never been happier or healthier. As of writing this, I have been sober for 253 days. If I can stay sober after four years of addiction, anyone can! Get help for your addictions. Don’t let it rule your life anymore.