When I Started Using drugs

I started to smoke weed when I was 13 years old. I had experienced something in my life I thought i was in love with an older man. He took advantage of me. The state pressed charges against him. I ran away from home because I thought it would make things better for him. I have come to realize that he wasn't in love with me he was just using me. I started to smoke weed a lot more after that I was very good at lying and manipulating my parents to get what I wanted. By the time I was 14 I was drinking and going to parties. At this time I tired ICE (Crystal Meth). I was 15 doing good my freshman year until the last semester. I was ditching to get into fights and go to ditching parties. By the end of the year i dicth the whole last week of school to go smoke ice. My mom would drop me off and I would make sure she was gone than I went with my friends. When my 10Th grade year came I was a drug addict. I started to smoke crack. I was gone from home for 3 weeks in my mind it was a couple of days. For those 3 weeks I was smoking crack all day long and drinking I didn't sleep for days. When my dad came to get me I told him I need help. I was a 15 year old crack head. I came home the day before my birthday. I am not proud of making my family hurt or putting them through the things I did but in the end we are going to come out a VERY strong family. I love my family so much. They thing they always thought was why is Ashley doing this being an addict is a disease you are born wit it or you can drink your self or drug yourself to be an addict. My biological mom used to be a drug addict and an alcholic. I went threw a lot of things when I would go and visit her. I was rapped by her boyfriend I was beat by her boyfriend and I watched her get beat. I went threw many summers of that kind of pain. I lived with my dad and I got to visit my mom. My dad didn't know what was happing to me because I never told him. I finally told him this year. My dad is not a drug addict or an alcholic. My family life with my dad is great. My mom was just young and dealing with her own problems. I use to be very mad at her but now I ain't so mad. Don't get me wrong I am still mad but not as much. I am learning to forgive her. (If you have any questions just ask and I will answer them and if you want to know anything else just tell me and I will write about it in my next blog)