"It is your decision to stop drugs. No one can make you. It will be a very hard struggle, but in the end, you will be very happy you did it. I know I am."
Hello, I'm Lisa! I created this site for school project reasons, but also to help teens and parents understand the risks of drugs.
I have had an experience with drugs such as heroin, weed, and nicotine. The effects of the drugs were amazing, but the aftermath was hell.
I will be explaining how I got into drugs, what they did to me, and how I quit.
I have had an experience with drugs such as heroin, weed, and nicotine. The effects of the drugs were amazing, but the aftermath was hell.
I will be explaining how I got into drugs, what they did to me, and how I quit.
"Drugs aren't worth the pain you put yourself, and others in. Quit now while you still have the chance."
Growing up in the ghetto part of Lansing, it was very hard for me to not think about doing drugs. I would see a lot of people smoking cigarettes, weed, and drinking. Most of the schools where I lived were horrible. I attended one of the schools a while after leaving a very strict christian school. I had started going to North Elementary which was supposed to be "one of the best schools in Lansing". After a few months of attending that school, things had gotten very hard for me. I started getting bullied both mentally and physically. I finally transferred out of that school and moved to a new house and school.
I really didn't think about trying drugs until I got into high school. This school was also said to be "one of the best schools in Lansing". Most of the kids in this school were doing drugs. Every drug you could think of. I tended to stay away from those kids until I ended up losing my so-called "bff's" since fourth grade. I started getting bullied at this school too, but instead of telling anyone, I kept all of my pain and secrets to myself. I had made some new "friends" which I later found out, weren't my real friends either. We had our own little group which consisted of Taylor, Tatyana and Angelique. Taylor and I had both been getting bullied and we finally decided we had had enough. We started skipping almost every day, thinking it would solve our problems. We would arrive at the school, meet in the back, and then walk to my house. Since I had only lived a few minutes away, and my dad was never home, it was very easy to get away with.
One day while we were skipping, she had brought weed with her and I decided to try it. Since It was my first time, I didn't really get high. We continued skipping and smoking weed on a daily basis until my dad had found out that my grades were dropping. I finally told him why my grades had been dropping, and he quickly told my mom.
A few months later, I had gotten taken out of the school due to the bullies and pill popping that I had started, thinking it would help take my emotional and physical pain away. I then moved in with my mom, my stepdad, and my brother. It was a long ways away from Lansing, or so it seemed. I had moved from Lansing MI, to Brighton MI. It was a very huge change for me. I wasn't use to how people in Brighton were more settled down and nice. Since I was scared to go to a public school, I started attending Flextech High School with my brother.
It wasn't until later in 9th grade, that I had started doing drugs. I had opened up more in 9th grade, which meant I had made new friends, and new bad habits. Since I had a friend who had a car, and we could leave for lunch, I took the advantage. My friends and I would drive to Meijers and steal whatever we could hide under our jackets. We usually stole clothes and necklaces. One time, one of my friends even stole an iPad. My friends had introduced me to cigarettes, heroin, and weed. We would leave the school at lunch, and either come back really high, or stay out until school was over. At the time, it was very fun. I felt like I could take on anything, and anyone. But that soon ended very quickly.
One day, one of my friends and I decided that we would leave for lunch, smoke weed, and stay outside till school was over. Worst mistake ever. I had gotten so high, that I literally thought the tall weeds by the highway was the ocean, and there were piranhas in it. The effects of the weed had lasted a full three weeks. For three weeks, I was tired, unable to do my school work, and unable to focus. At first I thought it was fun, but after one week of the effects, I just wanted it to stop. I hadn't learned my lesson though, because soon enough I was hanging out with a new friend I had made and started sneaking out and smoking weed. I would lie to my mom and tell her I was going on a walk.
A few months later, a friend of mine had introduced me to heroin. It was a day after I had gotten my wisdom teeth out, and the last day of school. He never told me what the drug was called, but he had said "it'll take the pain away." Not caring what it was, I snorted a couple lines and we drove to Meijers. The high wasn't the best and only lasted for a few minutes. My throat had started to burn, and my nose was runny. We went to McDonald's and bought a couple sundaes. It had stopped the burning of my throat a little, but not very much. After we arrived back to the school, I felt sick to my stomach and decided to stay outside. I had my friend call my mom and tell her I wasn't feeling good, since I wasn't able to talk due to feeling very nauseous. I laid on the ground outside and waited for my mom to arrive. She picked me up and drove me home. Before falling asleep, I had asked my friend what the drug was called and if she knew anyone who could get me some. She told me it was heroin and asked for my mom's phone number. Being tired and unsure what was going on around me, I gave her my mom's number and she had told her that I had done heroin. I had to deal with my mom being disappointed in me and the effects of the heroin wearing off. I went straight to bed with a puke bowl just incase I had to throw up.
I'm now in 10th grade and I have stopped the drugs and pill popping. I got rid of the people who got me into the drugs and made new, positive, drug-free friends, who are actually, my real friends. Although it was hard to say "goodbye" to my other friends, I was able to do it. And in the end, I was very happy that I did.
When my old friends would come to school, they would tell me how their parents are drug testing them, how they're running away, and how their whole life is now dependent on drugs. Being worried about them, I ended up telling the school counselor. One of them transferred schools, due to her addiction to drugs. The other, just left the school without telling anyone. I'm not sure what they're doing with their lives right now, but I'm glad I'm not involved in it anymore.
I really didn't think about trying drugs until I got into high school. This school was also said to be "one of the best schools in Lansing". Most of the kids in this school were doing drugs. Every drug you could think of. I tended to stay away from those kids until I ended up losing my so-called "bff's" since fourth grade. I started getting bullied at this school too, but instead of telling anyone, I kept all of my pain and secrets to myself. I had made some new "friends" which I later found out, weren't my real friends either. We had our own little group which consisted of Taylor, Tatyana and Angelique. Taylor and I had both been getting bullied and we finally decided we had had enough. We started skipping almost every day, thinking it would solve our problems. We would arrive at the school, meet in the back, and then walk to my house. Since I had only lived a few minutes away, and my dad was never home, it was very easy to get away with.
One day while we were skipping, she had brought weed with her and I decided to try it. Since It was my first time, I didn't really get high. We continued skipping and smoking weed on a daily basis until my dad had found out that my grades were dropping. I finally told him why my grades had been dropping, and he quickly told my mom.
A few months later, I had gotten taken out of the school due to the bullies and pill popping that I had started, thinking it would help take my emotional and physical pain away. I then moved in with my mom, my stepdad, and my brother. It was a long ways away from Lansing, or so it seemed. I had moved from Lansing MI, to Brighton MI. It was a very huge change for me. I wasn't use to how people in Brighton were more settled down and nice. Since I was scared to go to a public school, I started attending Flextech High School with my brother.
It wasn't until later in 9th grade, that I had started doing drugs. I had opened up more in 9th grade, which meant I had made new friends, and new bad habits. Since I had a friend who had a car, and we could leave for lunch, I took the advantage. My friends and I would drive to Meijers and steal whatever we could hide under our jackets. We usually stole clothes and necklaces. One time, one of my friends even stole an iPad. My friends had introduced me to cigarettes, heroin, and weed. We would leave the school at lunch, and either come back really high, or stay out until school was over. At the time, it was very fun. I felt like I could take on anything, and anyone. But that soon ended very quickly.
One day, one of my friends and I decided that we would leave for lunch, smoke weed, and stay outside till school was over. Worst mistake ever. I had gotten so high, that I literally thought the tall weeds by the highway was the ocean, and there were piranhas in it. The effects of the weed had lasted a full three weeks. For three weeks, I was tired, unable to do my school work, and unable to focus. At first I thought it was fun, but after one week of the effects, I just wanted it to stop. I hadn't learned my lesson though, because soon enough I was hanging out with a new friend I had made and started sneaking out and smoking weed. I would lie to my mom and tell her I was going on a walk.
A few months later, a friend of mine had introduced me to heroin. It was a day after I had gotten my wisdom teeth out, and the last day of school. He never told me what the drug was called, but he had said "it'll take the pain away." Not caring what it was, I snorted a couple lines and we drove to Meijers. The high wasn't the best and only lasted for a few minutes. My throat had started to burn, and my nose was runny. We went to McDonald's and bought a couple sundaes. It had stopped the burning of my throat a little, but not very much. After we arrived back to the school, I felt sick to my stomach and decided to stay outside. I had my friend call my mom and tell her I wasn't feeling good, since I wasn't able to talk due to feeling very nauseous. I laid on the ground outside and waited for my mom to arrive. She picked me up and drove me home. Before falling asleep, I had asked my friend what the drug was called and if she knew anyone who could get me some. She told me it was heroin and asked for my mom's phone number. Being tired and unsure what was going on around me, I gave her my mom's number and she had told her that I had done heroin. I had to deal with my mom being disappointed in me and the effects of the heroin wearing off. I went straight to bed with a puke bowl just incase I had to throw up.
I'm now in 10th grade and I have stopped the drugs and pill popping. I got rid of the people who got me into the drugs and made new, positive, drug-free friends, who are actually, my real friends. Although it was hard to say "goodbye" to my other friends, I was able to do it. And in the end, I was very happy that I did.
When my old friends would come to school, they would tell me how their parents are drug testing them, how they're running away, and how their whole life is now dependent on drugs. Being worried about them, I ended up telling the school counselor. One of them transferred schools, due to her addiction to drugs. The other, just left the school without telling anyone. I'm not sure what they're doing with their lives right now, but I'm glad I'm not involved in it anymore.