I would like to explain my morbid fascination with religion and drugs. Simply put Jesus saved me from drugs. He is my savior and showed me a better life without the burdens ofme getting my next high or if I would even get high enough. I owe him everything for what he has done for me.

My fascination with drugs has merged into something quite strange. I don't look at drugs the same way I used to: like a greedy user waiting for my turn while licking my lips. I now look at drugs with a weird sort of curiosity. I look at them like a child in a zoo who has just laid eyes on a creature that she has never seen before. The child watches the creature, eat, sleep, and walk;all the while staying just as curious. Drugs are my creature and I look at them with curiousity. I never want to get in the cage with that creature, but I don't mind watching it from the other side of the glass. At least I know I'm safe and won't get hurt.

Cocaine, weed, XTC, and alcohol were my D.O.C.(drugs of choice). I have now stopped all but one. I still drink, but in moderation.


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