Last week I received a letter in the mail asking if I could write a story, poem, or something dealing with addiction. For those of you who don’t know, I’m a recovering addict and the question I’m going to answer in this story is how addiction has affected my life, as in my family, friends, school, etc. I guess it all started after I graduated from eight grade. That Sabbath during Sabbath school at Azure Hills Church, we went out for a ride and to my surprise instead of “Love is not even in your vocabulary. The only four letter word you know is hate.” smoking cigarettes we ended up smoking pot. If anyone tells you that smoking pot doesn't lead to other drugs, they're terribly mistaken, my friend. It took me until my junior year in high school before the pot had led me into its other friends. The first one I was introduced to was crystal myth. That was probably one of my biggest mistakes in life. We instantly became friends and he molded me just the way his buddy Lucifer wanted me to be. This is the drug that really destroyed a lot of friendships, due to the fact that they were not users, even my best friend.
This was also a very cold period for my relationship with my family. Unfortunately crystal myth makes you manic-depressive. Love is not even in your vocabulary. The only four letter word you know is hate. Somehow I ended up graduating from high school with straight D's and found myself at Pacific Union College. Here I made the mistake of influencing the student body in the wrong way. Once a friend and I had turned a bunch on to crystal myth, the college asked me politely to leave. Back then, I couldn't understand why.
I went home and tried to figure out the next move. One night during spring break my friends and I found our-selves at the Rave in Palm Springs, and somehow that night lended up doing about two quarters of crystal myth and five hits of acid. I was having the time of my life until I started coming down. The next morning, I had to go home and go to an interview at La Sierra University. I was a complete basket case. Of course they didn't accept me because of my GPA at PUC, and they wanted me to prove e. myself somewhere else by maintaining a C average. Then I could come and see them. This is when my world ed collapsed. I decided to pray that night for the Lord to deliver me from drugs before I ended up dead. This praying thing was new to me. Ever since my junior year in high school, I stopped going to church and didn't even think of God, I was practically an atheist. This is because crystal myth makes you have no feelings and it destroys your emotions. Love is from God, and the devil was ruling my life. The next morning Walla Walla College was in my head. I had never even heard of the place before my typing teacher at Loma Linda Academy mentioned to the class that she had graduated from there. When I arrived, I practically thought I was in the twilight zone. This was great though, because I was left alone, just me and God. Somehow, we ended up getting to know each other and I can proudly say I have a new best friend, "Jesus." Ever since this relationship started, I've never been in or had a lick of trouble. Basically, what I'm trying to say is if you haven't started or experimented with drugs, DON'T. It's a big mistake and it's the devil's trap-a disease you will have to live with for the rest of your life. I'm just lucky I found that Best Friend in Jesus.