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For 7 years I was a pot smoker. For seven years I had told myself, as well as anyone who asked, that it was no big deal. I guess the more I believed it, the more I smoked, and the tighter the hold it had on me. It had gotten to the point, in the last few years, where I've found myself dropping out of the things that I would normally do. Time with family was cut down. Friends who are not pot smokers were lost. School was only something stopping me from getting high. Jobs were only things that gave me money to get high. Everything in my life, I somehow connected to the weed. I was actually embarassed to call my dealer - he heard from me more than my own mother did.
Of course I had tried to stop in the past, but it only lasted a few days, maybe a week, maybe two. This time however, I feel different. I feel like I've reached a breaking point. I come from a family of addicts, and I guess I come by it honestly, but now I feel as though I'm ready to join them in their quest for sobriety. I'm 25 years old, and ready to start my life. I am ready to be clear minded. I am ready to rejoin my family. I am ready to fight this addiction.
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