Fulfilling the blank in front of me
I had already been using heroin for a year. At 15, the relationship with my family was increasingly deteriorated every time I entered the house there was a fight. My father did not accept my behavior and I did not miss an opportunity to react with violence. With my sisters I had no kind of relationship whatsoever, they only thing they knew was that I caused a lot of trouble. The worst thing was that I knew I was continuously causing trouble, but in order not to feel any remorse or guilt, I chose to stay high and never sober up. With drugs I gradually felt relived from thoughts, emotions, feelings; I was there physically, but mentally I was not there. I was constantly out of my mind and the few times that I was lucid was because I had no money and therefore no drugs.