iI continued to experiment with other drugs and even though my grades were dropping tremendously, I was the last to see I had gotten caught up in the slippery slope of drugs and alcohol and had become addicted. Then I overdosed and knew I was going to die. I prayed as hard as I could for God to just let me live, I was so scared. After I was discharged from the hospital I called my Mom and told her every thing. She packed all my things and brought me home. For three days I couldn't leave the bathroom. My body endured the painful effect of withdrawals and I felt the shame of my parents and younger sister seeing me that way.

I fell into a deep depression. I couldn't get out of bed for a month. Then my parents and I decided I needed to go to treatment. I have been clean for 18 months now. Treatment helped me not only to ncover deep rooted issue's on the inside, but also gave me the tools to deal with them, and live life on life's terms, in a healthy way; without having to use drugs. Now, I will be graduating from college soon, I am learning who I am, and how to love that person for the first time in my life.