Scotty

I lived with my Mom and brother and sister and my Mom's husband who I guess I would call him my Stepdad.    

  I have a diagnosis of schizophrenia.

  Things got bad and my mom and stepdad wanted me out of their lives.  

  I decided to go to my Dad's because I had nowhere to live.  I knocked and my Dad opened the door. He did not look good.  I told him that I had nowhere to live. He said I could stay with him.

  SO I moved in and we started doing meth together.  My whole life evolved around buying meth for my Dad and myself and snorting lines together. When the drugs wore off it was a

nightmare.  

    My Dad was a cab driver and had the money which he gave to me to get meth because I had no job and was a loser.  I had a drum set that my brother co-signed to get and stopped making payments on it because all my money went to drugs.  

   Time went by and I dove in deeper and deeper into the meth and the alcohol.  I decided to commit myself to Dominican Behavioral Health Unit because I became so depressed.

  I didn't have any hope and i told them I was going to kill myself and needed help so much. They held me for about 3 days...  I was released and within a short time my Dad and I bought some meth and I was back on a path of Destruction. I was lost and hopeless.

  My Dad had no intention of getting sober but for myself I was desperate.  I went back to the BHU where they did supply me the right help. I had no one to help me, no one to shed pity and no one to comfort me.  

‚Äč   From that day I decided to turn my life over to God and Jesus.

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