At the end of the Tuesday earlier occurred this week, I made a revelation. See, before Tuesday, I always had a reason I wasn't addicted to pills or alcohol. I'm not an alcoholic because I rarely black out, or I'm not addicted to my pills because I'm prescribed them. Or, lastly, and mostly, I can't be an addict because I'm only sixteen. Then, Tuesday I had kind of a wake up call after a whole day of bad judgement.
The day started out with a Xanax, as per usual, and as I'm prescribed. I filled a joint container (Thin, long, container that's opened by squeezing) halfway up with the Xanax, and headed to school, which I had decided I didn't want to go to that day, and then, behind the school building, among others popping and snorting, I set to crushing most of my pills, and shared two with a couple strangers, and did my line. Then, a few hours later, after sharing the last two of my pills with an old friend, she split with me a line of Oxycodone.
Honestly, that probably wouldn't have been too good for me in the first place, but then afterwards, I decided that it would be a good idea to ask a girl nearby who was also ditching and had a bottle of vodka in her hands, if I could have a few shots.....
And that's were I blacked out.
As I learned yesterday, I started to drink, I was fine, drunk, stumbly, but fine, and then I collapsed, and according to everyone that was around, I started foaming at the mouth and my eyes started to roll in the back of my head. When I got an explanation from the doctor later, I then learned that the alcohol caused the pills to react and make me overdose, and thus I almost died.
I guess my point in even posting this have dual purpose, one, because I needed to write out my experience to fully process, I guess, and two, I'm kind of looking for some support in this, even if it's just reading this and knowing, y'know? And also, if I keep my progress posted in this thread, I can keep myself accountable. Hopefully