Leading to where I am now

(In a nutshell) It all started about 3 years ago when my fuck-buddy (Mr. X) decided to introduce me to cocaine. I remember it like it was yesterday (sorry for the cliche, but it's true). I was very hesitant, but he said "Oh, it's no big deal - just try a little bit". I was already stoned and horny, so I decided "what the hell". He offered me half a line. I snorted it, and I felt my body tingling and a rush of energy and EXTREME horniness! I loved it instantly. Since then, we used coke every time we had sex, which was once or twice a week.



As time went by, the amount we used slowly increased. I wanted more because it was taking more of it for me to reach that incredible high. After a while, it was not even about the sex anymore. It was about how much coke I could get away with doing.



When I moved in with this girl I met, my use increased sharply because she did it as well. I never thought it would happen to me, but my life began to revolve around cocaine. My already crippled social life became virtually non-existant, my healthy habits (eating right, working out, meditating) all flew out the window. I must make a point here that part of why I did not think this would happen to me was because of all the bullshit propaganda we're fed concerning marijuana. I knew that most of it was b.s., so I figured the shit you hear about cocaine was also a bunch of lies. I found out it's not - the hard way.



After years of abusing this incredibly seductive drug, I decided to try and break free once and for all. I told the girl I was moving out (and she went psycho on me - another story), packed my shit and moved to Florida to stay with my mom until I got my shit together.



So, here I am. It's been a month since I got out of Chicago, and I've been doing surprisingly well so far. I've got a job that I really enjoy and I'm getting back into shape. But, as they say, you can run, but you can't hide