This actually a quote from one of my posts in the BPD section, and I've been a drugs and alcohol addict for 25 years of my life, since I was eight years old and had my first hangover after drinking half a bottle of whiskey and half of vodka; which didn't stop me from until I was 12, when I discovered pot, from stealing glasses of beer or whatever from the old people in parties that I went with my mother and her husband, and would end up ruining the whole parties - I'm 34 now.

WARNING: MIGHT BE A TRIGGERING POST, SO SKIP IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ SOMETHING VERY, VERY HIDEOUS:

I hope that's the name of one of your horses, [redacted]....just answered your PM and I'll say no more. This **** is poison. I've got a handicapped right arm (I should send you guys the picture of it before you think about doing drugs again) because I was so ****in high on morphine and codeine, that I forgot to put the cotton in the tip of the needle and took my fifth shot, filled wiith pill powder - it clogged my veins and sometimes I even think it would be better if it had been amputated, so I wouldn't haphazardly still do it in my left arm (and as a bonus, gain three huge abcesses, one of them that made the bacteria spread in my body and I couldn't walk for a month. Dirty syringes with blunt needles, weeks old....while the old vodka and tonic water was pretty much everything I did when not doing that and smoking clove cigarettes....then came on the coke, I forgot about the junk, and quickly moved into crack, which I ''cured'' myself from with booze again, going to the point of drinking rubbing alcohol with coca-cola. After rehab, the drinking didn't stop, and I started to have excruciating pains on it, and well...at all ended up with me smoking oxycodone and having to do a methadone treatment. But I was back into my job, singing again for these hypocrites who just found use in me for that, and someone offered me coke....there I go again, going up to ten-twenty grams of it a day, having the worst paranoia one could think of. Rehab again, for the sixth time, and my arm suffered from pains again, but they refused to give me anything but tramadol...so there I was, taking two boxes of 100mg tramadol a day and mixing it with klonopin. This was until four months ago, when they gave me methadone AGAIN, and since then, I lost my voice, my friends, fell into depression, crying endlessly every day until one month and a half ago, I'm here locked in my room, in the dark, after being diagnosed with BPD - finally the correct diagnosis.

Learn from that, folks. Drugs and alcohol are something I LOATHE WITH A PASSION. And so should you.