I have been a victim of addiction. Victim, no I chose my addictions over life. I have suffered through addiction for many years now. It all started with the death of my brother on April 21st, 2005, I was twelve years old. My addictions began with self inflicting harm not long after. It would draw all of the attention away from what the storm that I was feeling inside. If I'm being honest, I wanted to die but was to much of a coward to take my life (if that can even be called cowardly). After a couple years of cutting I decided to step it up to drugs and alcohol. I figured that if I wasn't going to die that I could at the very least escape this terribly dark world that I was living in. I allowed my addictions to completely consume every aspect of my life. Nothing mattered anymore except making sure that I had some type of substance to keep me physically present but mentally in my own world. My addictions have almost killed me so many times that I couldn't count them if I tried. I stopped caring about everyone and everything, my addictions were the only thing that mattered to me. I have forgotten how to be alive because I have been so scared to actually live. I may never be able to regain what I have lost because I chose addiction over everything else.
I am lucky enough today to get another chance to live a life no longer filled with fear, shame, regret, self hate, hate for others or anything like that. I am lucky enough to still be alive today to say that I want the addictions no longer. I choose life. I choose me.