jim-336217 @jim-336217
Hello, my name is Ashley and I am a crack head.
I grew up in a small town with my parents until they got divorced when I was ten years old. After that, things went downhill really fast for me. My mom struggled to take care of me on her own and eventually turned to drugs to cope with the stress. Before long, she was hooked on crack cocaine and couldn't hold down a job or take care of me properly. I ended up living in shelters and group homes for much of my childhood until I ran away when I was 16.
I thought that life on the streets would be easier than living in foster care, but it wasn't long before I was addicted to drugs myself. It started with marijuana and then moved onto harder stuff like heroin and eventually crack cocaine. Now, at 20 years old, I'm a complete mess. My life is a cycle of scoring drugs, using them, and then scrounging for enough money to get high again.
I wake up every day in a different place - sometimes in a dumpster, other times on someone's couch or even in an alleyway. I don't have any real friends anymore because everyone else is too busy trying to take care of themselves. All I have left is my addiction and the high it brings me for a few hours before I crash again.
I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this to myself, but right now, I don't see any other option.
