I didn’t notice things change for what felt like a long time. I was doing fine by addicts’ standards anyway.

I still hadn’t much of a relationship with others that didn’t directly involve drugs. I did, however, find a place that wasn’t an actual drug house to stay in. A friend wanted to help me so she chatted with her husband and we worked out a set up that was functional for everyone.

It was a little difficult at first because hiding my drug use at this point was a huge deal. If I got found out I would be right back on the streets. The upside was I was an adult with my own room and a door I could close for hours without questions.

It didn’t take long for me to find myself locked up in my room more often than not which quickly raised questions. I blamed my depression and quickly started showing face around the house as often as I could stand.

Escaping to friends’ houses was a huge benefit because well that’s where I could do my drugs with no issues at all, and since I was an adult I could stay as long as I wished.

At some point things started to fall apart. I was partying all the time, literally all the time. My new hosts weren’t real pleased with me and as they always do this quickly got out of hand.

After a long night of partying and a sexual assault that wasn’t taken seriously because of my extremely intoxicated state I lost all control of myself and my actions and once again found myself on the streets with no one around.

It wouldn’t take me long though to find the next person that wanted to help this young girl get off the streets, and it wouldn’t take too long for things to keep going downhill.

“Addiction begins with the hope that something “out there” can instantly fill up the emptiness inside.” –Jean Kilbourne