I was 15 when I started cutting off from my life my good friends and start hanging with dangerous and bad ones.the next two years were full of Weed, alcohol and partying, getting into fights and stealing.
I need to thank my mother for pushing me to finish high school and myself for quitting drugs two months before the final exams.
I was already preety deep into the rabbit hole at that time but I still listen to my remaining family.
I took my exams and move to another city at university where everything got worse and the stupidest thing is that I still was in touch with all the people who were the baddest influence on me. I guess I couldn’t cut them off because of the fear of being lonely.
I quit everything again and move back home, got a job, I was doing worse and worse so I quit that to in 31 Dec and try to fly to London (I think)
The next day I was committed into a psychiatric hospital, I took the meds for a few months.
I was in another city when I got my second break, working in constructions I run to my grandparents and I freak out and made everything worse, with my last grain of insight I called the ambulance and I got again into a hospital.
Manny things happend after that but I remained strong and now I feel awesome, I don’t drink I don’t do drugs I don’t party, I go to school, I listen to music, I have a good friend, I have good support and great family. I am thankful for psychosis, even if it did everything worse for the moment it got me out of that dark path I was heading as a teenager.
