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
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.
From that day I decided to turn
my life over to God an Jesus.