I grew up not being able to be social, it was a very difficult, way worse now. I left school dad had a brain hemorrhage. I cared for him from 15 to 21, fell in love, got a job with my uncle and lived in my own. I knew it wouldn't last for ever. I worried myself sick because it wouldn't last, and I'd have to face my issues.
5 years later I lost my job, my mind, and split up with my gf. I became homeless so I started selling cocaine with a death wish. I did well with it, it lasted all of 5 years, I didn't expect to live. That's the hard part, I'd snort it, 7 to ten grams a day a ounce in one day the most of the cut stuff. I didn't even know I had a problem until one day I decided I can't do this any more.
Two years later, now things still tough I'm working but its a struggle. I get depressed deeply often, but I just gotta push through. It's not easy, but it's easy to die, try living, good luck people!