I think we can establish by now that the telling of my story is in no way linear. This is a pattern that will repeat itself throughout the entirety of my narrative works. This story takes us back over ten years ago, when I was at the peak of my addiction to amphetamine in the form of Adderall. This drug was introduced to me when I was 23 years old, shortly after the onset of my Bulimia. And it with both addictions, it did not take long to take hold, and to steal any degree of peace and normality in my life. In those dark days, joy, real and lasting contentment, was always an illusion.
I have reflected on new subject matter that I am interested in perhaps researching further. You see, I was introduced to Adderall by my little sister, who was introduced to it by one of her best friends. Since that fateful time over a decade ago, I have had two other sisters experiment with the drug for a brief period of time. Similiarly, my mother continues to use it. But there is one significant difference. Out of the four of us, I was the only one to succumb to the Hell that we come to know as Addiction and Substance Abuse Disorder. No one else in my family abused it in the way that I had come to. Indeed, perhaps this is a question that I will pose to Nora. There has been research that introduces the probability that Addiction, as well as other forms of mental health disorders, has the ability to run in families.
In the continued effort for the loved ones of those who suffer to gain empathy and compassion, I share in this video my frame of mind as I dealt with a devastating situation during the onset of my paranoia and panic disorder as a direct result of my amphetamine abuse. I mention my scars frequently, below are images of me in 2011.
When the body absorbs Amphetamine in such high quantities as I did, the body will attempt to excrete the toxins through the pores of the body. At the time, all those years ago, in my naivete, I had no idea what these marks were on my legs. I had no idea that they were a direct result of my Addiction to Adderall. In fact, it was only years later, just last summer, when I met the man who looked like me, that I understood what they were. The moment in time when I knew, I was going to be an Advocate.
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