Rock Bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life on.Addiction is not a disease of willpower. Its is a disease of instinct. It lives in the part of the brain that tells you to breathe. Being swallowed up by this darkness is the worse thing that could ever happen to you. It becomes a need, a hunger, a way of life, it becomes apart of you like the air that you need to breathe. My journey began at 18 years old, I met a guy who used heroin and smoked weed and I was clueless back then. I don't exactly blame him but he did not stop me from trying anything either. I want to go back just a little bit and maybe this is the reason why I became a addict. 

Being a child in a abusive home you find a way to escape the moment when your in this situation. I use to always be grounded to my room where I lived in a fantasy world where nobody could harm me. I lacked a emotional connection, love, and affection as a child. I was not this bad child either. I was a victim. Needless to say I believe very much that because of this when I was given the chance to feel these needs with a drug I went for it. I don't blame anyone anymore now but I hold those who hurt me responsible for the choices that lead me down the journey I took. I spent my whole life trying to fill that void I had and I only dug my own grave. I am writing this Blog on my journey of addiction to give others hope, to say hey I did it and so can you. you are NOT ALONE!