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.