My story about giving up weed
It started my sophomore year of high school. I was friends with a lot of people who were starting to get into smoking weed, which got me into it. My parents are dead-set against drugs, so the only way I could do it was if I snuck around. I was smoking weed and sneaking around, telling my parents I was one place when really I was somewhere else, which landed me in a bunch of trouble.
I smoked weed every single day. If I didn’t smoke, I felt like everything was so boring. I felt like I needed to be high to get through my life. In October of my sophomore year, my grandfather, who lived with us, died while I was in the room with him. After that, I went into a deep depression. I smoked weed every day, cut myself and stopped eating. Even though I’m at an average weight, I felt like I was huge. I was so uncomfortable with my body. I would not eat for days. All I would do was smoke weed and sleep.
That was another reason to smoke weed. It would make me forget about eating. I would just fall asleep and block everything out. The longest I’ve been without eating was a week and a half. I would also cut myself to release pain. I have scars up both of my arms. One day I was high, and I lied about where I was. So, when my mom picked me up, there was a bunch of screaming. To get out of all the screaming, I just burst into tears, telling my mom about my eating habits. She made me eat. I still would smoke weed, though.
Things started to get worse. I was failing every single class, and I ending up skipping school to go get high with my friends. I would even show up to school events high. On my 16th birthday, I skipped school to go smoke weed. My principal noticed that I was not in school, so he called my mom. My mom called me telling me to get back to school immediately, so I did.
When I got home that day, they were so disappointed in me that it actually hurts to think about it. My mom told me that the husband of a woman she works with is a police officer. Come to find out, he was involved in a drug investigation at my school. My name was mentioned, so the woman told my mom. I will never forget the day that my mom asked me if I smoked weed. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I said nothing. Then, I started crying. I told her everything. She decided that I needed help.
I’ve been seeing my counselor for a year now. She and I are very close. I was diagnosed with depression, and I am now on anti-depressants to help me out. I am also an honor roll student. I dropped all my bad friends for new ones who don’t smoke weed or pressure me, and I don’t lie to my parents about where I am. Counseling has helped me a lot. I would have never thought that I would be at where I am now. Everything is great in my life now.