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The high and the comedown

14 I was first high, not from happiness; but from smoking weed, red eyes, light body, dizzy mind; everyone thinks Iā€™m another junkie head.

But itā€™s an escape from reality and it eases my pain, the heartache and all the other pain automatically clears away. It only clears when I smoke the green, or sniff the cocaine.

Sober; is something Iā€™ll never be.
Sobriety; is something Iā€™ll never achieve.Ā 

22 was when I upped the anti, the green, cocaine, then Valium and Xanax came for me.

The high was great and I finally felt free; I felt no pain and nothing could hurt me.Ā 

Heads in the clouds; poppinā€™ these pills that are in front of me, being an addict; cost the sober and better me.

A hospital trip after a Valium and Xanax OD all these judgemental eyes are all in me, meanwhile the police hated me.

The high wears off, the comedown is approaching me; Itā€™s slowly destroying and breaking me.

Feeling everything now broken, lost and confused, the loneliness is slowly haunting me.

But sober; I now am.
Sobriety; I have achieved.

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Shirley Harrison

To be able to write about such, takes an amazing courage, I'm not one who ever took drugs but they were all around me, and a lot of my friends tried them. The thing that is wonderful here is that you take accountability and that now you are well, wonderful to know. What we should always do is learn from the mistakes we have made going forward with the tools we have brought from the dark.Ā  Ā life is hard.Ā  šŸŒ¹Ā 

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Kayden Davison

Thank you so much for your kind comment once againšŸŒ¹

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Being Me

Well done for finding the strength to fight against the drugs and become sober. That's a huge thing! An awesome thing!Ā 

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Nika Garden

Powerful lines and how much strength it takes to choose to be clean every day.

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