I've been watching this Douglas Murray investigation on YouTube about drugs, and it wrecked me. 💔 It's so sad, and it hits home a little too well. Addiction isn't a choice — no matter what most people want to believe. We didn't ask for our brains to be wired different. We don't enjoy ruining our lives. We don't like having an addiction. My whole life I was anti-drug. I didn't touch anything until I was 30 years old. I'm not going to get into all of it here, because it breaks my heart daily to think about what I lost. There are days the weight of it is almost unbearable. It's terrifying how something can take over your entire life. I never in a million years thought mine would take a turn this dark.
Before I open up about the drugs, I think you need to know where I come from — maybe then some of this makes sense. So let's start there. I've always felt like the black sheep. I was adopted at nine months old (my parents paid five grand for me — I used to joke they picked the wrong puppy). I don't remember most of my childhood, or most of my birthdays. What I do remember is my grandpa Wayne. He built our family cabin, and he was my favorite person in the entire world. He always had my back. He'd take me out with him while my sister stayed with grandma. I was Wayne's girl.