Sorry I haven’t been blogging lately , I have been really busy. I am going to start posting more blogs again though. As of today I have been clean of pot for 4 months and 22 days. I couldn’t imagine going back to my life the way that I used to be. I am so proud of who i turned out to be.

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My story, and road back to reality.

The summer going into my freshman of high school is when it all began. I never thought I would be one to turn down the wrong path , but I was clearly wrong. A lot of my close “friends” were smoking cigarettes and weed daily , I was never interested. They partied every weekend , always wanting me to join. I always knew that i was a leader and not a follower , I didn’t care what people thought about me.

I was at my friend Ashley’s house and her older sister was smoking pot. Ashley claimed that it was fun and would put us in a better mood. I told her that I wasn’t going to do it because I didn’t need drugs to make me happy , but I ended up giving in just to make Ashley stop asking me , I didn’t think it would be a problem because i thought i knew i would not like it. Yet that was the complete opposite of how it was, I liked it .Smoking pot became almost a daily thing for me.

I come from a family of addiction and was told my parents terrible story and how hard their road to recovery was. Their stories only remained in my head until i was with my friends again, then I forgot it all.

Next i started smoking cigarettes , i loved them. I would smoke them all the time.

I never noticed how much these bad habits were effecting me , I was beginning to skip school and not doing my work. My relationship went down hill with my parents because all I cared about were my friends and bad habits. I thought I was cool , I was going out to parties and getting in trouble at school. I would cheat on my tests , and hide my report cards. The most important things in my life became my least.

On October 4th , my life flipped upside down , my parents found out all of the things I was doing. I figured this day would be the worst day of my life , yet now that I look back at it , it was more like the best. I did get grounded and punished for a long time, but when i think about how my life would be if my parents hadn’t found out I know that its a blessing they did. The path i was on wasn’t the right path for me , i’m better and smarter than that , everyone is. Right now I could be dead , or a high school drop out . My parents are amazing , I thank them for everything they have ever done for me , I don’t know what i would do without them.

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Megan’s story from her eyes!

I never thought it could happen to me. Becoming addicted to inhalants was not a plan that I had. I had a pretty good childhood, playing sports and hanging out with my brother and neighborhood friends. My mom and I were close, and we would spend quite a bit of time together.

My family lives in a fairly small, close-knit community where there were always fun activities planned for the kids. When I was 12 years old and entering seventh grade, when most kids anticipate new and exciting adventures, my life went down hill.

I,  Megan – you know, the girl next door – had many problems. Although a lot of teens probably feel as though they have problems, mine were rooted in something that wasn’t my fault: sexual abuse. Dealing with something such as this, alone, is virtually an impossible task, and at the time, it felt impossible to overcome. Therefore, I needed to cope. Life was becoming too much for me, and when I was offered help to begin a healing process, I refused it. I felt nothing at that time would help, until I encountered drugs.

Shortly after my 13th birthday, an older kid in the neighborhood who knew I was struggling offered me some weed. He thought it would help. So did I. It really seemed as though getting high was helping me forget my problems. Although, without even noticing, soon, I needed more drugs to get high. That’s when I began huffing – you know, inhaling various household products to get high. I inhaled almost anything I could get my hands on – computer cleaner, air freshener, various spray bottles, etc – so that I could get high.

My parents knew something wasn’t right, and they would drag me to counseling. I learned though that when one starts inhaling, he or she can be very sneaky so that they don’t lose an opportunity to get high. Honestly, I was a great manipulator. I even had the counselors fooled. I would sit there with my arms crossed for an hour – not listening to a word they had to say. I just wanted to continue my huffing.

I enjoyed huffing because it was cheap, an easy high to obtain, and in 20 minutes my high would be gone so no one would know. Inhalants took up so much of my time, thoughts and energy that I didn’t realize my life was getting totally out of control. Huffing was becoming a big problem, and an everyday occurrence. I did it alone, I did it with friends, I did it when I felt sad, lonely or scared – even when I was happy. It was my escape. I did it anytime – I didn’t care about family, friends, life or anything.

  It was inevitable that my family would learn of my abuse. I couldn’t hide it anymore. That’s when my parents sent me to treatment for my huffing addiction. For the first month, I hated treatment and I hated my parents. It wasn’t until I completed the initial month that I realized this is what I needed if I wanted to stay alive.

 When I entered treatment at age 14, I definitely wasn’t the same girl, Megan, who lived next door. In treatment I learned how to communicate my feelings instead of hiding from them through drugs. That was a major problem for me – any time there was a problem, I thought if I got high it would go away. Even though I hated treatment for the first month, it was the best thing that could have happened, because I changed in so many ways. Now, I am able to talk about my thoughts and feelings, instead of covering them up. I was in treatment for three months, and actually, I feel lucky. In fact, I know I am lucky. Huffing could have killed me. I started to huff when I was 13 years old…that’s too young to do a lot of things, including becoming an addict, or dying.

  I recently celebrated my 15th birthday, as a sober, healthy high school student and to be honest, staying sober can be challenging at times. Kids in school definitely huff to get high, and some even ask me to participate even though they know what I’ve been through. Trust me, I have no plans to ever get high again. I never want to go through that nightmare again.

 An important lesson  I learned when i got out of treatment was that my supposed friends who i used to get high with , only liked me when i was high. I also realized that I didn’t like me when I was high.









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Josh’s Story , How He Got Better.

Josh’s life was like a normal teenager . Raised in a middle class family , with parents that would take on the world for him ; with his father in the Marine Corps Josh moved homes often . Moving never seemed to bother him though , he always made the best out of every situation.

When Josh got to high school everything went down hill , he felt distant from everyone and found that making and keeping friends wasn’t easy. Josh thought hanging with the older kids would make him look cool since he was shy around people , he started smoking and going out to parties every weekend , never being home. His parents didn’t like nor approve his new friends , so they enforced stricter rules.

Josh quit school , starting smoking pot and drinking heavily. He was taking mushrooms and acid daily , finally being shy wasn’t an option for Josh. He felt part of something , like he had friends , like he was popular.

Keeping a job wasn’t possible for Josh , when he needed money , he stole it from his parents.

He was getting randomly drug tested by his parents to make sure that he was clean . Josh found someone who didn’t use and paid them to get there urine . He carried the girls urine around and used it for his drug tests.

Josh began dating a girl that introduced him to cocaine , the first time he did it he felt great , very social , like nothing could bring him down . He used it so much that he started selling it . When Josh’s parents questioned him about always being gone or him looking skinnier he just denied . He lost a lot of weight , started getting bloody noses randomly , and was extremely unhealthy.

His parents knew something was up . They had Josh’s phone tagged and they heard calls of him buying and selling drugs , again they asked him about everything , he denied it all again , His parents pulled out the tapes of his phone calls , he was busted.

His parents urged him to go to rehab , they said if he didn’t stop using drugs that they were going to kick him out. Josh promised to stop using , but after 3 weeks he went back to his old habits. Josh wanted to better his life , but he loved drugs , he felt like they were the only thing that made him happy . He moved in with his friend so that he could continue using .

Josh got kicked out of the place he was staying because he was bringing to many druggies to the house . Eventually Josh moved back in with his parents and decided that he was done using . He completely changed when his parents said they would buy him a car if he went 6 months without using , Josh  went to get his G.E.D and then planned to go to college . He Never looked back at drugs and he said hes glad that he changed his life around because he doesn’t know were he would be right now if he didn’t.

“There’s hope for everyone out there , never give up. Believe you can do it and nothing will stop you. Everything is possible if you just believe and have a positive attitude , dont say you can’t.”    – Josh C

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Christine’s road to recovery.

Christine was raised in California , she was adopted when she was 4 months old . Since she was adopted she felt that it gave her the excuse to do drugs . She felt like no one cared about her and all she wanted was an escape from her life . Her biological mom told her that she didn’t want to talk to her because she was a waste of breathe. Christine wanted nothing more than to  have a real relationship with her biological mother , but when her mom didnt want that , she started doing drugs and using that as her excuse .

When she was 11 years old her cousins stole beer out of there uncles fridge and drank it all with Christine , ever since she had been drinking . She heard about pot from a drug free program at school , she became more interested in pot when she learned about it . The first time Christine smoked pot she loved it , she felt so energetic and she never wanted to get off of her high . She also began doing cocaine and heroin occasionally. Once she smoked on a daily basis , Christine got bold enough to smoke a blunt in her room one night . Her dad confronted her the next morning and she denied it , while she was at school that day the cops came and arrested her . While she was at school her parents searched her room and found her stash. Christine had cocaine , pot , heroin , and pills. When the police took her to the station to drug test her , her test came up positive for cocaine , pot , and heroin.

Christine never wanted to stop , she loved drugs . Eventually she became a major drug dealer . She didn’t care about her future , she loved making money selling , everyone came to her for the ‘hookups’.

Christine went to a rehab center for 30 days , as soon as she got out she told herself that she wasn’t going to do drugs anymore. She only wanted to sell them . After 2 days of selling , she went back to drug use .

Her parents found out and sent her to another treatment program , this time a 60 day one. Christine loved everyone there and she learned a lot , she didn’t want to do drug anymore. Now , she cared. When she came out of the recovery center she stayed clean and ended up marrying her high-school best-friend. Nicholas was there for Christine through everything , drug use , treatment , everything . Nick was her only friend that didn’t use , she loved him more than everything , as of today they have been married 6 years and Christine has been clean ever since, looking back has never been an option of hers.

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How Krystan changed her life .

Krystan was adopted , she had an easy life . The fact that she was adopted made her feel as if she wasn’t good enough , as if she was a waste of breathe , and know one bothered to care for her. That wasn’t it at all though , her adoptive parents thought of her as there own , she had a loving brother also , her adoptive parents biological son . Krystan grew up in California , she was a tomboy , always riding motorcycle . She struggled in school , but still maintained okay grades , she always wondered what drugs were like . One day she walked out to her back porch to see her brother and his friends smoking pot . Automatically she spit out a slick comment stating that if her brother didn’t let her try the pot , that she was going to tell mom. She took a couple of hits and felt as if she belonged. Feeling cool and excepted for the first time in her life , not being made fun of . She liked pot , a lot.

At the age of 13 , she tried meth for the first time . One of her friends Megan that modeled gave it to her , Megan told her that its would make her loose weight quickly , and that they could do a lot more stuff together if she smoked meth . When Krystan did meth for the first time she loved it , feeling invincible like nothing could or would bring her down .

Freshman year , Krystan went to a Christian school , she was kind of a punk rock chick which made her popular because she stood out . Kids began to ask her about smoking pot , she began to smoke pot after school with the kids at the railroad tracks in her town. During the middle of her freshman year she really began to grow a love for meth . She liked meth way more than pot , she said pot slowed her down and meth sped her up . Quitting was never on her mind.

Midway into Krystan’s sophomore year her principal found her pipe in her locker and she got expelled from her school . A misdemeanor was now on her record for paraphernalia . Her mother found out and was so dissapointed , telling Krystan she needed rehab was one of the hardest things in her life . Crystal (Krystans mother) offered for Krystan to go on a backpacking trip in Idaho for a month , she excepted.  The trip was a camping trip for troubled teens.  When she was boarding the plane she saw her instructor , a big bald muscular man , scared , she ran. He grabbed her bookbag and pulled her onto the plane. For the first week of the trip she was pissed and wanted nothing more then to go home and smoke meth. Eventually she got over it , and realized that she was there now and that there was nothing she could do anymore but make the best out of her experience. She ended up loving the trip.

Even though Krystan learned a lot from her camp , as soon as she got home she began to snort and smoke meth again , also drink. She really liked the way that she felt on drugs , she blocked out all the lectures everyone was giving her. She went to public school now , and every weekend she partied and drank until she was passed out , some of her friends didn’t support her meth habit so she didn’t do it around them . Some days Krystan would wake up with her pants down not knowing were she was or who was laying next to.  One weekend she went to a rave and ended up at a random guys house , just so she could do dope. She wound up getting raped and beaten outside of his house , she didn’t even remember how it happened , she went to the cops to report it and they did nothing about it. Her boyfriends would abuse her , Krystan ad such low self-esteem that she thought it was normal to get beaten , until one time her boyfriend stabbed her in the thigh . She then realized that she didn’t deserve getting abused , no one did.

She eventually wanted to get help , she hated that no one trusted her . She went to a counselor , the counselor told her that she really needed to want help for herself and not because other people want her to get help . Krystan went to leave but instead she blurted out “please , please , help me , i’m out of control .” Her counselor called a treatment center and she went to a 30-day program and has been completely clean ever since. It has been 6 years now , and she has never thought about turning back. Krystan is an amazing person , and a great example for drug addicts fighting to recovery .

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Cheyenne’s story from her eyes .

My story

I’m 14 years-old right now, so you can only imagine how young I was when I started drinking alcohol and using drugs. I was 8 years-old when I had my first drink with my dad. He was going to jail the next day and thought it would be “one last hoorah” to get me drunk. From that point until I was 12, my drug of choice was alcohol. I had a certain negative perception of drug addicts, and therefore had no interest in doing drugs.

What changed? Well, I met an older guy—a “druggie,” who asked me if I wanted to get high one day. So I did. We hung out regularly, and as you’d expect, my drug use became more frequent. Pot replaced alcohol as my drug of choice.

At the time, I was visiting a lot of chat rooms, meeting druggie guys, and they would IM me asking if I drank or got high. I didn’t think too much about giving them my cell phone number. We would end up meeting to drink, get high or mess around with prescription drugs.

When I wasn’t hanging out in chat rooms, I was posting stuff to my MySpace profile. I lied about my age and posted pretty seductive pictures to attract guys. Most were between 16-25 years-old. Of course, I attracted the “druggie” types because my profile page was filled with talk about smoking and drinking. I dug the attention and acceptance! But the drugs really took a toll. I was rushed to the hospital three times for drug and alcohol abuse. I couldn’t stop, though. I would skip school for fear of missing out on something. I equated fun with drugs, and drugs with meeting people. And I loved meeting new people!

I started buying drugs online and would have them delivered to my home mailbox. In 2005, I switched schools and heard about a Web site from other students where drug users posted messages talking big about getting high the night before. I got on the site, lied about my age again and began making drug deals online.

Because my mom was working all the time and my dad was out of the picture, it was pretty easy to get away with a lot of the stuff. It wasn’t until I refused to go to school that my mom put me in treatment. I’m 7 months into it and glad to be recovering.

If I had anything to share with parents, especially if they are divorced or separated, it would be this. Be on the same page about your kid, even if you hate each other. I used my parents against each other all the time, making it easier for me to get in trouble. Check in with your kid often, and sneak around if you suspect something. Learn how to check a computer history log. If my mom knew how to do that, she would have discovered my problem a lot earlier. Fact is, I never erased it. And think to yourself, “something is up,” if you keep seeing blank screens every time you walk by your kid’s computer or get a lot of “nothing” type responses when you ask “what are you up to?”

by Cheyenne H

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Amy’s Teen Drug Story.


My story begins the summer before 7th grade—I was 11 years-old. My older brother, who was very popular in school and someone I looked up to, introduced me to opium. A week later, I began smoking marijuana. At first, I was only using drugs about three times a month. Then it became two times a week. By the middle of my sophomore year in high school, I was using daily and by my junior year, it was multiple times a day. After an injury that kept me from competitive gymnastics, I had to find something else to give my time to…something that could help me meet new friends.

So how did I become so addicted? It was actually very easy, thanks to my cell phone.

Yes, in 8th grade I got a cell phone. It was mine and it gave me freedom. I paid the bills in full each month so that my parents didn’t have an excuse to see the statement, and in turn, ask me about the listed phone numbers. I maintained a 3.85 GPA, coached gymnastics, was responsible and came from a normal, middle-class family. No one suspected, not even my parents.

Also, being a girl, it was relatively easy to get drugs. Often I didn’t even have to pay to get high. I dated drug dealers who offered me free drugs or gave me good deals. I kept all my drug dealers close by. In fact, I could press a couple of buttons on my cell phone, and there they were—in my address book. Whether I was at school or on vacation with my family, I always had a dealer within 10 minutes from me. With a press of a ‘detail’ button for each contact, I had all the information I needed—what types of drugs they sold, where they lived, and how to get a hold of them. Normally, I’d call or text message a dealer around 2:00 during the school day and by the end of classes, I was hooked up.

The first time my parents took my cell phone away to punish me, I figured out I had to change all my drug dealers’ names to something generic, like ‘John’ and ‘George.’ Even after my parents had taken my phone away from me a few times, they still didn’t know about my drug addiction. I’d throw out comments like, “Yeah, I tried marijuana last week with some friends, but didn’t like it. Don’t worry…I’ll never do that again.” That type of stuff threw them off, but not for long. They eventually caught on.

Sophomore year is when my mom and dad started suspecting. I was dating my brother’s best friend, who was well-known among the local police as a cocaine dealer. Well, the cops showed up at my parents’ front door and gave them the lowdown on my boyfriend. But it wasn’t until Junior year that I got caught at school with drug paraphernalia. I was sent to an alternative school, and eventually put into a drug treatment facility.

I’m now 17 and am 8 months into my journey back to recovery. The hardest thing for me is remembering what life was like before I started using drugs. If there is any advice I could give parents to help keep their kid safe from drugs is don’t assume that just because your kid is an A student, involved in sports and extracurricular activities, that they are exempt from becoming a druggie. Pay a least half the cell phone bill so you have an excuse to see it. And if your kid pitches a fit when you take the cell phone away or never invites her friends to the house, let those be red flags.

- Amy

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More News On Amanda Todd.

It’s a cry for help that’s now been seen more than 17 million times — Amanda Todd, 15, sharing her painful story with the world via YouTube.

“Cried every night, lost all my friends and respect,” reads one placard Todd holds up in the video. “I felt like a joke in this world I thought nobody deserves this,” reads another.

Todd, 15, posted the video called “My story: Struggling, bullying, suicide, self harm” on Sept. 7 and was found dead in her home town of Port Coquitlam, British Columbia on Oct. 10.

Todd’s small community held a candlelight vigil in her honor this past weekend.

“You wouldn’t know that she had any problems,” one fellow student said through tears. “She was just so happy, like all the time, never sad, like you couldn’t tell.”

Todd’s death hasn’t stopped her from being the victim of online harassment. Some have been attempting to profit from the enormous public outcry in support for her by setting up fraudulent websites that claim to be fundraising for the girl’s family.

“Taking advantage of a family’s grief is despicable,” Royal Canadian Mounted Police Sgt. Peter Thiessen said in a statement. “We want to get the word out that there is one real account and anyone who is interested can make a donation at any RBC branch to the Amanda Todd Trust Account.”

Dozens of tribute pages for the teen have been created on Facebook. The most popular one has over one million supporters and several others have hundreds of thousands of supporters.

Authorities are “sifting through thousands of tips” they have received since Todd’s death.

Police have opened a probe into Todd’s death and “anyone that had contact with her” before she died. Of particular interest is a man who convinced Todd to flash her breasts, took a screen grab of the moment and used the photo to cyber-bully her for years.

In her video, Todd described using webcam chats to meet and talk to new people online as a seventh grader, including a man who pressured her to flash her chest. One year later, she did and the man took the photo.

Todd said that the man put the photo online and sent it to everyone she knew. Even after moving towns and schools multiple times, the man continued to follow her online and use her photo, she said. The photo and the bullying online and in school drove her to depression, drugs, alcohol, cutting and a suicide attempt with bleach.

“I can never get that photo back,” she wrote. “It’s out there forever.”

Amanda’s last YouTube video was of her singing Jordan Pruitt’s song ‘Outside Looking In’ When Jordan learned this , she made a tribute to Amanda posting a video via YouTube labeled ‘RIP Amanda Todd.’

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15 year old teen dies from attending a rave in Los Angeles .

Last year in Los Angeles, there was a huge rave called the Electric Daisy Carnival that took place at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. A 15-year old girl named Sasha Rodriguez overdosed and died. It seems like her parents are now suing Los Angeles/the Colesium Commission because they didn’t ban under aged teenagers from entering the event and doing drugs.

The parents of 15-year-old Sasha Rodriguez, who died of an ecstasy overdose after attending a rave, have filed a claim against the management of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum.

The parents are seeking $5 million in damages from the Coliseum Commission.

The claim, filed Dec. 23 with both the city and county of Los Angeles, is a necessary step before suing in court. The claim says the commission, a joint state, city and county board, did not fulfill its “duties and was negligent in creating and/or allowing others to create a dangerous condition of public property” during the two-day Electric Daisy Carnival rave at the Coliseum in June.

You might remember Sasha Rodriguez’s mother from this local news video about raves where she talks about having two take her daughter off life support.

Sasha sank into a coma and suffered multiple organ failure, prompting her family to remove her from life support. Doctors said she had the hallucinogen Ecstasy, also called MDMA, in her system. Another rave attendee is in critical condition from a similar overdose.

Ecstasy can cause high blood pressure leading to stroke or seizures, which can then cause kidney failure.

The rave was restricted to those 16 and older. Sasha was not carrying identification, friends and family said. “Obviously, they didn’t check IDs,” said Eva Rodriguez, Sasha’s godmother.

Sasha’s mother was heartbroken , not only at the fact of loosing her daughter , but also the fact that she was so excited to plan her sweet 16 , which she had started to do right before her daughter passed away.

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