My drug story!
I no longer do drugs and I never did much to begin with. I would smoke pot when it was offered to me and I tried a few other things, but I never did a lot. That being said, this happened to me once upon a time.
When I was 16 and had my license for about 2 months a friend of mine asked me to drive him to a friend's house in St. Paul. After we get there, he asked me to wait outside for a minute and after about 5 minutes he comes out again. He tells me it is his dealer's house and we can go now. If he told me that in the first place I would have given him a ride, because I had to pay for the gas.
In an effort to soothe my annoyance, he pulls out a really thin joint and tells me it is such good pot, that you don't need a lot in a joint. He offers me some and I take a hit. (I didn't find out till many years later, that it was angel dust!) Jump forward in time 30 seconds... and I can't see straight.
I am at a stop light waiting to turn left and I never noticed the arrow was green, nor the line of cars honking behind me. My friends tell me to go and so I take off after the arrow has changed and directly in front of oncoming traffic. I proceed to drive over the divider and make it to the on-ramp.
Further on, I was driving 60 mph, when a stop light turns yellow. I slam on my brakes and slide all of the way through the intersection. Being as befuddled as I was, I put the car in reverse and back up through the intersection to wait for the light. I have no idea how I made it the next 20 miles to my hometown, but I did.
Once there, I was in the left hand lane of the main street when my friend says "Don't you want to turn here"? I just make a quick right hand turn from the left hand lane and in the process cut off an undercover cop. He has his lights flashing at me, but I never notice. My friend tells me, but I didn't understand what he was talking about.
After about a mile, it sinks into my brain that I need to pull over and I do so on a slight incline about 2 blocks from my house.
He gets up to my window and says menacingly, "Where did you learn to drive"? I, not realizing it was rhetorical, respond "Here". To which he replies angrily "Don't get smart with me young man"! He asks me several other questions, which I only sort of answer when he asks "Are you in a fog or what, Boy"? I do my best to look sad and whimper "No".
He takes my license (I just got the hard copy), and goes back to his car. I turn off the car and due to the fact that I never put the car in gear, it rolls back and hits his car! At this points I think you could safely say that I was freaking out.
After 10 minutes he comes back to my car and says "You are going to drive straight home and not go anywhere else. As long as there is no damage to my car, you won't here from me again." I can't believe it, but I am relieved. He gets into his car and backs up. I, being the idiot I am, I still hadn't put the car in gear and it rolls back and hits his car again! He just shakes his head.
He follows me the two blocks to my house and I go inside to try and sober up before my parents get home.
I still can't believe he let me go like that. I never drove under the influence ever again, because I was lucky I didn't kill anyone on my way home. Though now I can look back and laugh at it.
I no longer do drugs and I never did much to begin with. I would smoke pot when it was offered to me and I tried a few other things, but I never did a lot. That being said, this happened to me once upon a time.
When I was 16 and had my license for about 2 months a friend of mine asked me to drive him to a friend's house in St. Paul. After we get there, he asked me to wait outside for a minute and after about 5 minutes he comes out again. He tells me it is his dealer's house and we can go now. If he told me that in the first place I would have given him a ride, because I had to pay for the gas.
In an effort to soothe my annoyance, he pulls out a really thin joint and tells me it is such good pot, that you don't need a lot in a joint. He offers me some and I take a hit. (I didn't find out till many years later, that it was angel dust!) Jump forward in time 30 seconds... and I can't see straight.
I am at a stop light waiting to turn left and I never noticed the arrow was green, nor the line of cars honking behind me. My friends tell me to go and so I take off after the arrow has changed and directly in front of oncoming traffic. I proceed to drive over the divider and make it to the on-ramp.
Further on, I was driving 60 mph, when a stop light turns yellow. I slam on my brakes and slide all of the way through the intersection. Being as befuddled as I was, I put the car in reverse and back up through the intersection to wait for the light. I have no idea how I made it the next 20 miles to my hometown, but I did.
Once there, I was in the left hand lane of the main street when my friend says "Don't you want to turn here"? I just make a quick right hand turn from the left hand lane and in the process cut off an undercover cop. He has his lights flashing at me, but I never notice. My friend tells me, but I didn't understand what he was talking about.
After about a mile, it sinks into my brain that I need to pull over and I do so on a slight incline about 2 blocks from my house.
He gets up to my window and says menacingly, "Where did you learn to drive"? I, not realizing it was rhetorical, respond "Here". To which he replies angrily "Don't get smart with me young man"! He asks me several other questions, which I only sort of answer when he asks "Are you in a fog or what, Boy"? I do my best to look sad and whimper "No".
He takes my license (I just got the hard copy), and goes back to his car. I turn off the car and due to the fact that I never put the car in gear, it rolls back and hits his car! At this points I think you could safely say that I was freaking out.
After 10 minutes he comes back to my car and says "You are going to drive straight home and not go anywhere else. As long as there is no damage to my car, you won't here from me again." I can't believe it, but I am relieved. He gets into his car and backs up. I, being the idiot I am, I still hadn't put the car in gear and it rolls back and hits his car again! He just shakes his head.
He follows me the two blocks to my house and I go inside to try and sober up before my parents get home.
I still can't believe he let me go like that. I never drove under the influence ever again, because I was lucky I didn't kill anyone on my way home. Though now I can look back and laugh at it.
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As far as I'm concerned, I was diagnosed as being bi-polar two years ago. Never went through treatment for it, mainly because of our shitty American healthcare system. Such a shame people that are mentally ill seem to get the short end of the stick, eh? At the time I was very suicidal too, and in the worst place in my life that I have ever been. But I've made some other changes in my life over this past two years that have improved my mental state immensely! That does not however mean these issues have somehow magically disappeared altogether. I have not revisted therapy since I was diagnosed, and I know I need to take care of that at some point. It's currently on my "To Do" list.
So yeah, basically I get pretty down on myself for my actions when my emotions get the best of me. I tend to irrationally freak out on people, then later feel horribly guilty and stupid about it and apologize as best I can. So I beat myself up over it. But really, I probably need more help than simple will-power to overcome the issues I have.... And this is me spilling way more beans than necessary, I'm sure!!!! But you said you'd dealt with the bi-polar stuff, so I felt compelled to jibber jabber about it.
P.S. The above mentioned issues are also why I don't drink much anymore. Alcohol majorly compounds my emotional instability and sends me into a tailspin. Not to mention the hangovers!