Just a Little History...Pt. 2

So, we make our way to Seatown and I had no idea what I was in for! I got a job at a bar in the kitchen and quickly moved my way up the ladder to barbacking and then bartending. I was blessed, it was an awesome job but, I managed to fuck it up royally in no time. I was doing tons of cocaine, which I hated but, I would continue to do it nightly. After I lost the job at the bar I was on the road to eviction, I was so depressed, I didn't think I would get a job anywhere. We do manifest our own reality so you can imagine that I didn't get a job and was homeless. My boyfriend got a job finally and we moved in with some friends. One of them sold weed and pills, one of them cocaine and one of them heroin. I was constantly trying to get my heroin dealer roommate to get me high and finally one day he did. I(we) were off. I went through jobs and places to live and friends and was finally homeless, this time with really no where or no one. Oh, and I was shooting heroin regularly. Somehow my now husband and I survived all of this and managed to stay together. I became a career criminal to support my drug habit. I was a thief, and stole every day from stores and sold what I had stolen for money to support our drug habits. I was making anywhere from $200-$300 a day. We had teamed up with a guy who had a vehicle and eventually we moved in with a girl who had a 2 bedroom apartment and her grandmother paid for her rent and bills. She used to panhandle and you'd never think she had a place to live. I gave her heroin for rent. I had been to jail several times for theft and was wanting to try and get a job. Somehow, by the grace of God, I got a job 2 blocks from our apartment at a bar. I was the day bartender and no longer had to steal for our habit. Things got comfortable for a while but, I knew it wasn't the right road for us. I got fired from my job about 7 months later right as the approval for methodone treatment for my then boyfriend and I went through. Phew! Well, you'd think this would be good but, I got into speed, again...and theft....

Just a Little History...Pt. 1

I was prompted to start a blog after finding someone else's that I really enjoy and who shares a lot about similar things that I am presently struggling with. I use MySpace pretty frequently but, I can't blog about certain things on there. I am hoping this can serve as the outlet I've been missing.

I was a heroin addict in Seattle for 2 years from 2002-2004. I had experimented with drugs mildly my senior year in high school, I graduated in 1996. By 1997, I was selling methamphetamines and working at a health food store, strange combo, I know. While selling speed, I got addicted to something for the first time. I actually stole a few times to get the stuff and did it every day for about 6 months straight. After a while the speed faded out, I did a lot of valium and just drank for a while. Then came heroin. It's funny, I never really liked it all that much but, I had a new boyfriend and he really liked it. This is 1998. In 1999 we moved to Colorado to get away from the disaster our lives had become here at home. We were mildly addicted to Heroin and jobless. Very depressed. We lived out there for almost a year. I won't get into the incriminating details but, lets just say we fled from there back home to live with my father. I have to say that I was very depressed after high school due to a myriad of different factors. I really believe that if I had better guidance and a good sense of the direction I wanted my life to take that my story up to now would be much more positive. So, we are living at my father's and we have no direction, it's 2000 and I meet someone who knows how to get heroin, cheap. This time, I get strung out badly, we experiment with needles for the first time. The situation gets out of hand, I steal a neighbors identity and we make our way to Seattle....

More to come.