Drugs gave me wings to fly then took away the sky

We used drugs because they worked the first time we tried them. They may have made us sick, but they did something much more important. They made us not care about not getting our way. They took away the fear, anger, and resentment. Every time we used, we wanted the same effect (escape), but they worked less effectively each time until they just made the pain immediately worse. But by then we needed help to stop because our bodies had become psychologically and physically dependent. Drugs had allowed us to fly to nowhere but then they made nowhere hell.


Follow the urge to use through to its bitter end by remembering where that first drink or drug ultimately took you.