My Favorite Mistake

I found myself sitting there in a cell wondering how I got there. I looked at my past and thought to myself at that mistake that got me there, not just a regular one, my favorite mistake.

Why would I do that, that stupid thing? I could have said no I could have walked away. I wanted it. I wanted that one high. I needed it, but that one high turned into a second and a third, fourth, fifth and so on.  

It started at a party my friend offered me something that would calm my stress, I had a bad day, a really bad day. I needed to get away, I went to my friends and just let it all out. I wanted to just feel good, he offered me that way. Said it would make me feel like I was on a cloud.

I took the pipe, lit it up, and inhaled. Feeling it immediately, my eyes starting to droop and my head going fuzzy. The weed incasing my whole body in a high that was unimaginable.     

I knew I was hooked. I got caught when we got pulled over for speeding while space cruising. Right away I got taken to DT, the whole experience was overwhelming. My friend and I sitting there waiting to know what was happening and what they were going to do. The intake process was grueling. The strip search, the cold five minute showers, and having to give up all your possessions and not knowing what to expect. 

Having both my parents being gone and after what I had done, my grandparents not wanting me. I was there in DT, alone, left to think about what I did. That's exactly what I pondered.

I realized that I made a mistake, and when I finally realized that is when I started to make a change.  I didn't want to be that girl who was labeled as the druggie and the stoner. I wanted and still want to make something of myself, I want to be someone, I don't want to live my life off of drugs anymore. I want to be free and happy, live my life the way I want to and not have drugs consume the way I am anymore.