I always been a kid who talks a lot and hangs with friends but when I got mentally ill I kinda went away from my friends. My grades got really bad so my school tried to put me in a special class so I went there and met few guys who were smoking weed/hash and some spice.
Anyway, I got friends with them and then after the school they started smoking spice and for some reason I couldn’t say no and when I got high I felt so much better everything got so easy and after that I kinda started buying it and like not seeing it.
I was high all the time but when I got bored of it I started taking lsd and mushrooms all of it made me more ill then I was but when I got the view of it all.
I couldn’t stop day after day I took it and felt more ill after my 5months I was really messed up and my mom and dad didn’t see anything. I was barley talking to them but one day when I saw my mom sitting in my room crying and looking at my drugs she said nothing just went from my room and I felt such a huge pain in my heart.
I saw I was screwing my family up like my brother did so I said no I won’t do it anymore. I took contact with rehab in Gothenburg and they took me in. I felt scared and safe but after few days I was crazy I wanted to take my life more then ever. I didn’t get what I wanted but after one months i’ve felt better.
From now one i’ll know it’s bad and i’ll never forget it it’s in my head every day telling me I want it but I remind my self it’s nothing to have.