drugs ruin lives. please, Say No.
When I was a teenager, I decided one day that I wanted to try ecstasy. There was no pressure, no reason, nothing. I just decided I wanted to do it, so I did. Fast forward a month: I'm getting high daily with some "friends" of mine. Two weeks later: My little sister is doing it, too. After a over three months of constant, heavy use (occasionally using harder stuff), we inexplicably stopped--just didn't feel the need anymore.
It wasn't so easy for my sister.
She continued to, on and off, for a few months. She doesn't do it anymore, but last year she started suffering terrible anxiety attacks. She had to pull out of school, withdraw from her life, and start over. Now, she's of legal age and loves clubs. She drinks a lot when she goes out and tends to get herself in a lot of trouble. She still has anxiety and is on anti-depressants and gets tattoos when she's stressed.
I love my sister. I see her spiraling out of control.
And I think it's my fault, but I'm the only one who blames me. I'm worried I ruined my sister's life. I'm so sorry. Please, be okay.