One drug leads to another
When I was thirteen I was never really fussed about drinking or drugs. I thought that people who were drinking and doing drugs in the local park were stupid. When I was fifteen my boyfriend pressured me into drinking. I felt awful and had to be sent home by the police. When that relationship ended I turned to drink to get over it. I felt that I deserved to feel bad all of the time. Eventually, I started enjoying to drink but it made me act in ways that I usually would not. But the humor of this wore off quickly and I needed a new fix. This lead me into taking cannabis.