My journey with drug addiction began in the 8th grade when I stole an ounce of pot from my mom to take to school and give to two of my friends. We moved from the Orchards to downtown Lewiston and that is when my mom started giving me pot to take to school and sell to friends; let me add, I still had not tried smoking pot, but eventually I did try it on my own. By 9th grade in the summer, I tried acid for the first time and shortly after that, I found myself smoking and snorting meth every day. By 17, I dropped out of school, got my GED, and ran away to start cooking meth and growing pot. Somehow in the mix of all this, I started smoking black tar heroin. I met a guy who was just smoking pot at the time, so he helped me detox from heroin. We then moved back to the LC Valley from Pomeroy. This guy and I ended up moving in with my sister, who had him start selling meth while I was still smoking and selling pot. I found out I was pregnant, and we moved to Spokane so that he could get clean from meth and I could quit smoking and selling pot. After my daughter was born I only smoked pot. Shortly after that, on rare occasions, we would do acid and cocaine (I wasn’t a big fan of cocaine). Next thing I knew I started doing ecstasy and cocaine on the weekends. By the time I was 23 I had 3 kids. I took my kids and left their father because he was really addicted to cocaine and drinking constantly, along with being very physically, mentally, and emotionally abusive. Now I had all three babies, I was working three jobs to survive, and next thing I know the kid’s dad took them for an overnight visit and I didn’t get the kids back until the end of 2010.
