The inception of my drug use was definitely due to both stress and curiosity. When I was fifteen, I was dangerously attached to an emotionally abusive boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend, of course) that continuously spoke about his love affair with heroin. I have always been the type of gal to get very attached to the select few people I feel drawn to, and foolishly I picked a horrible individual to become attached to. When I molded my life to fit his needs, and he then became very blatantly abusive, when my friends began doing drugs, I figured it was my time to find out firsthand what was so great about them. Prior to the abuse, I had smoked a bit of marijuana and drank a bit on several occasions. The interesting part about it was that I did not even think of getting high or drunk again until the relationship went awry. Then, I developed a new obsession, and as I dabbled with harder drugs, it seemed to activate a strange response within me to abuse the hell out of the drugs that I never even thought about previously.
