After school, with some of my friends, we tried alcohol and marijuana for the first time: and that is when evil entered my life. At first, I hid what I was doing from my family and everyone else. I was convinced that I had discovered the real life and I spent my evenings going from one party to another: the fun never stopped.

I decided as well:
"If I smoke marijuana for my whole life, that'll be it. I will never consume other drugs. I will never be a junkie like those I see on street corners". Time passed and during the nighttime parties I tried synthetic drugs for the first time, and that is how heroin entered my life.

I was sure that I could quietly manage this evil that was bamboozling me.
Little by little, without my noticing, I became enslaved by evil. At the beginning, I succeeded in hiding everything from my parents, but then they discovered that they had a drug addicted son. At that moment a deep discord began between them: one wanted to help me one way and the other another. Me, I exploited the situation by often choosing to be with my father, because he had confidence in me and believed that in one way or another I would be able to save myself.

But over time, the situation worsened. The days were all the same, little by little I lost the confidence of everyone and I started to lose my dignity too. Nobody wanted anything to do with a drug addict. I tried to find the drug by whatever means necessary: I became capable of lying and steal from anybody. Then I started to have trouble with the law too.

When I had truly hit bottom, my parent, no knowing what else to do, suggested a center for withdrawal through total abstinence.