I was going to start this blog by saying "My name is... and I'm 23 years old... blah blah blah." but that'd be so cliche. So with that being said I'm going to start by saying 'Hi, I'm J and I'm an addict.'
I used to write daily on a diary because I always thought it'd be interesting to read it when I was older. My OCD wouldn't let me miss a day even if all I had to write was 'Woke up. Ate. Watched TV.Showered. Went to sleep.". Turns out that the craziest and most eventful time of my life was exactly when I had decided not to keep a diary anymore. I did so mostly because I was too busy partying and having a good time but also because I got tired of getting busted by my mom whenever she decided to read my diary. The year I turned 16 was the last year I kept written accounts of what had happened to me. But my real journey started the next year.
It was 2004 and right after my 17th birthday on April my dad decided to move us to the U.S. I didn't take it so good. Knowing I would be gone soon I said 'fuck it' to all my school activities. I still went to school but I only did so because my friends and I would meet there and go straight to the bar. 7am on Monday we were already drinking and from there we would go to the beach and drink some more. Weekends were club days on my schedule. Clubbing and drinking from friday to sunday. I knew I wasn't going to be able to graduate in Brazil so I didn't care about going to classes anymore. The year would start fresh in August when I got to America so why bother?
The day I was supposed to get on the plane I ran away from home but that wasn't enough to stop my family from coming here. But the real interesting part of the story only happens when I was finally adapted to life in the U.S. That's when drugs came into my world. That's when addiction came into my world.
Throughout the years I struggle with my addiction I always regreted not keeping written track of all the madness I lived through. That's why I have decided to start this stupid blog. As the days go by I want to record everything that is happening now that I'm a recovered addict and remember a little bit of the past.
And if anybody is reading this and is thinking that my life is probably easy now that I'm not on drugs anymore, all I can say is that you're terribly wrong. Getting off drugs is just the first step on a long jouney. If you wanna come with me, keep coming back and reading. Send me comments and i'll answer them.
oxycodone 30mg pill, also called 'my drug of choice'
