At the age of 13, I was introduced to weed through a brownie, then continued to smoke it and at 14 found some Vicodon tried it liked it. I was taking 6-8 a day 3-4 at a time along with a couple k-pins hear and there and still smoking a couple joints hear and there.
I got caught with Vicodon in my bag at school put on probation. I was eager to get high on the last day of my probation, but I had no more drops left so I took 3 k-pins and 5 Vicodon. After detoxing on probation, my tolerance was lower, and I took more that day than I was used to taking when my tolerance level was high.
I remember very little that day it's still all a blur to me but I do remember it being the last day of school. I was passed out in all of my classes and ended up throwing up. My PO asked me if I was high, I said hell no and he thought I looked stoned and knew I wasn't just sick so he made me drop and I was like aw shxx and I went to go drop. They did a 12 panel on me and it somehow came out clean I was so happy...
Now I'm in my 4th week of rehab 2 months into summer after my mom finding me with heroin for the first time.
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened." - Matthew 7:7-8