Life of an Addict
Melissa Reese
Rasmussen CollegeAuthor Note
This essay is being submitted on May 31, 2013, for Clint Powell’s G148/PSY1012 Section 10 General Psychology course.Life of an Addict
Hey man, do you have some drugs I can buy? I have had some roughs time and I need to just forget about them.
Hello my name is Matthew Reese and I am a recovering drug addict. I’m going to tell you my story of how I was introduced to drugs and why I used them. When I was growing up it was not an unusual site to see my old man sitting with a beer in one hand and a can of chew in the other. He was always laughing and having a good time. I looked up to him just as a son would do. I wanted to be like him.
At the age of twelve I tried alcohol for the first time. I started out drinking a little here and there and before you know it I was drinking a large amount as often as I could, where ever I could. Soon alcohol was just not doing it for me anymore. I was getting bored with it. One night I was with my friends and they whipped out a joint and they asked me, “Hey man, do you want a hit?” I laughed to myself thinking it was just like out of a movie I watched at school over and over again but I said yes instead of no. I loved it! I found my new drug of choice. As I was getting older I was trying more and more different types of drugs. By the time I was 16 to 17 years old I was taking pills, doing acid and mushrooms. By the time I was 18 I was doing cocaine. I never thought to myself that any of this was wrong since I watched my own parents get high and drunk. If they were doing it then this mean it’s okay right? My own dad is sitting in my drive way waiting for me to come home from working on the road all week to buy some cocaine off of me. I’m not doing anything wrong. This is why I started in the first place. It was to be like my dad. I was drinking, chewing and now doing drugs just like him. My next move in my life changed my life…

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