“I started using pills in middle school. I grew up around alcoholics, so alcohol seemed dangerous – but not pills. I went through a lot, including being assaulted. That led me to use more.
When I had the opportunity to try heroin, it didn’t seem scary. I thought I’d be fine as long as I didn’t shoot up.
For a while, I held it together. I had a job, got my own place, and was going to school. But after my father died, I started shooting up more. I couldn’t imagine a way out, and I attempted suicide. After that, I went to rehab. I was tired of a drug controlling my life. Addiction is like a prison – you don’t have control over anything.
I always thought that because I was different, I’d never be okay. But that’s not true. Everyone deserves a second chance, and everyone deserves to be free.”