I'd say drugs have ruined some of the happiest times of my life, not the drugs fault mind, more so me and my taking of them at completely inappropriate times.. I say, drugs, drug I mean. Such as registering the birth of my daughter, naming her smashed on heroin..
The birth of my daughter was fuckin horrific for both myself and more so my partner, it took us a while to get over that so that wasn't particularly happy. The happiness grew. Shit, I'm turning this into the worst experiences.
Her walking was amazing, I felt like I'd achieved something, even though she had..
Finding out that our second pregnancy was a boy, I cried..
Holding him for the first time..
Falling in love
properly and sharing all with MrsMist..
Going to my first proper party/rave spangled on mdma and speed... I'd arrived, don't stop the party because I'm never leaving
A fuck tonne of mdma and lsd, lying on the floor rolling around in ecstasy, music blaring, Hatful of Hollow %)... crying again
So yeah, drugs have made and destroyed happiness in my life.. I don't think I'd change any of it either, apart from the naming thing, I felt a right cunt, rightly so to..