The Drugs Made me Feel Normal

It happened so fast; all I can remember are a couple cops picking me up downtown, and throwing me into the squad car. I was fighting and screaming like a complete animal. The police had to put handcuffs on me, and actually dropped me with their stun guns. That was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt, but it took me down. It was probably a good thing they did pick me up. The police ended up taking me to the hospital, because apparently I was trying to kill myself. When I awoke, I did notice my arms were bandaged, and I had bruises around my neck. Not to mention the throbbing pain through every inch of my body.

My drug history is like any other. I was picked on in school to the point that when I was 12 years old, I started using the Ritalin some of the other kids had. These were the kids whose parents were convinced by the teachers they had attention problems. Fortunately, some of the kids never took the medication, and either sold it, or gave it away. If you didn’t know, Ritalin is like kiddie cocaine. You can get close to the same affect as cocaine if you crush it up and snort it. The Ritalin gave me the ability to stand up to the kids picking on me; however, I was still a pretty small kid, and when I tried to fight back, the beating I took was even worse. I was beat so badly by one kid, I missed school for a week. After that incident, my parents decided to move to a different city and they started me in a different school. The whole cycle started all over again. It was almost like I attracted the worst people, and these people felt the need to take their aggression out on me.

By the time I was a teenager I had discovered the “wonderful” effects of alcohol. I was in another new school at this time. The reason for the change again was my parents both had jobs, which required them to move quite a bit. I don’t think they realized how difficult it was for me to make friends. I was still a pretty small kid in high school; yet, I seemed to shoot my mouth off to the wrong people at the wrong times. At this point, I didn’t care anymore what happened to me. I knew no matter what school I went to, I was going to get picked on. I managed to have a small group of friends I did associate with. Unfortunately, these friends drank just as much as I did. The major down fall in my life occurred at around this point. I was attending a house party with my friends; we were all drinking and doing our own thing. I remember one of my friends pulling me into another room with two other people. This was the moment I was introduced to cocaine. I didn’t need any explanation of what it was, the minute it came to me I just did it. The high I got was like nothing else. Sure the Ritalin gave me a buzz, but the cocaine combined with the alcohol was the exact rush I needed. At that point I felt stronger than I had ever felt. I felt so confident in myself; I had to prove it that night.

I walked out of the room, and ironically enough; I saw the one guy who had given me my last beating. Without a second thought, I picked up a cordless phone as I walked up behind him. With the phone in my hand and his head in clear site, I gave him one clean hit on the back of the head. It was so hard, the phone shattered in my hand. He fell to the ground immediately, and with my newfound confidence – which later would be stupidity – I took everything I had and started raining fists into his face. No one there pulled me off of him right away, it was a feeling as if no one was around me, and no one would make me stop. All my rage, frustration, and anger went into this guys face. I stood up, and he laid unconscious in a bloody mess. By that time his friends had jumped me, and then my friends jumped in. Next thing we knew fights were braking out all over the house. The cops eventually showed up, and I was arrested for the first time. I spent two hours in holding before my parents picked me up at the police station. When I got home, I had lost most of the high, and felt helpless again. I remember not being able to sleep that night. I felt very anxious and nervous for a short period, yet these feelings soon went away. All I could think of was getting that original feeling back from the night before. I wanted to feel normal, and what I had felt that night was the most normal I had felt in many years.

Parents could look at this situation, and could possibly think of something similar, which might have occurred with their son or daughter. Others could look at this situation, and could think of something similar they heard about, or knew of happening to someone they know. This is the point in someone’s life where an addiction is taking hold. The decisions the young man made in this story will now have changed his life for the worse. The person depicted here may seem to have found the solution to all of his problems. Yet, the lifestyle that this individual has now entered is going to take everything away from him. This is the exact point where something can be done to stop an addiction from ever occurring. This is where something can be done to prevent an individual from eventually destroying their life. If it has gone beyond this point, there is still hope to bring them back. A person addicted to drugs or alcohol is not lost forever, and they can regain control of their life.

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