As a teen, my life was full of highs and lows.
I attended dances at clubs like the Roxy and saw the city from the outside, from the top of the Hollywood sign.
I loved the nightlife, and I was hooked.
My family, my friends, and my girlfriend all lived and breathed the music.
Then the summer of 1994 rolled around.
At the time, I was in my late teens, and in the midst of a heroin addiction, I’d been hooked on crack cocaine for a year.
I was still a teenager and in my early 20s, but I’d already lost everything.
I had a friend, a girlfriend, a house, a car.
My life had changed forever.
But I couldn’t stop listening to the soundtrack.
I’d watched it over and over.
My addiction to crack cocaine was as deep as it had ever been.
I needed it to survive, and it would be my salvation if I stopped it.
So I decided to get clean.
I did it in the most efficient way possible.
The next time I tried crack, I felt a little more comfortable.
I could have gone back to my old life.
But my mom had a strict no-nonsense attitude.
“You can’t listen to music anymore,” she said.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s on the radio or you’re at a bar.
It doesn’t mean anything.”
So I stayed home from school and I played the music on the car stereo.
I played it until my head hurt, then I played some more.
Then I did the same with my girlfriend.
I spent more time playing and less time listening.
I stopped playing music altogether and stopped taking drugs.
My mother’s advice to me wasn’t enough.
I still felt trapped.
I felt that I could never let go of my addiction.
So in 1998, I quit.
At first I thought it was the right thing to do.
I knew I could make a difference.
But in the months following, I became increasingly desperate.
I tried to get high twice a day, but it didn’t work.
I wasn’t getting high at all.
In the weeks leading up to my decision to stop, I spent my nights at a hotel, sleeping on the floor of the bathroom.
My anxiety began to rise.
I didn’t know what to do next.
My friends told me to go back to school.
But at the time I didn�t want to.
I just wanted to go home.
So my mom sent me to an addiction treatment center in Somerville, Mass.
My mom was a former prostitute and an alcoholic.
She would always say, �Don�t go back.
You need to go on your own.
You can�t control your life anymore.
You will be OK.� She didn�tt think I was going to make it.
After my initial detox, my mom brought me to a treatment center for the first time.
When I came to, she told me that I was an alcoholic and that I needed to go to treatment.
But she was the only one I could trust.
So, I left my mom and went to the treatment center.
I sat with her and talked about my addiction and what I wanted to do about it.
It was tough.
I hadn�t spoken to my family for a while, and she didn�ll talk to me for a few months.
But the treatment program worked.
By the time we got to the next treatment program, I had successfully stopped all my drugs.
In fact, it was a big success.
My relapse rate dropped to just under 10 percent, and when I came back to work, my workmates were so supportive and supportive of me that it didn�ts make me feel like a failure.
I made new friends, got back to talking to my mom, and felt more at peace with my life.
My time in treatment was a good experience for me and my family.
I got to reconnect with my friends.
I learned a lot about myself.
I even got a new tattoo: a portrait of myself with the words, �I know that if I don�t do drugs, I can�ve be a better person.� I learned to respect myself.
After I was sober for the last six months of treatment, I started dating a woman who also had a substance abuse problem.
We started dating again in February of 1999, and soon we were engaged.
We had a baby together.
My wife, who had to go through chemo, was very excited about having a child, and that�s when things started to change.
I realized that if things had gone differently, my daughter would have died before she was born.
But because of the treatment that I went through, I’m very thankful that I got sober.
Now, I see my daughter in a different light.
She’s the most beautiful baby I�ve ever seen.
And she is doing great.
I am not ashamed of being a drug addict. I have a