I’ve been hiding a lot. For too long, I’ve been trapped in a cycle of self-destruction. Cocaine became my escape, my crutch, my way to feel anything other than numb. What started as something "harmless" quickly spiraled into a life of late nights, bad choices, and selling pieces of myself just to get by. I lost track of who I was—if I ever really knew. I’m not proud of where I’ve been, but I can’t stay there anymore. Every day feels like a battle to break free from the grip of addiction, but it’s hard to fight when it feels like you’re drowning. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully escape the mess I’ve made, but I’m tired of living in the dark. Maybe this is me reaching out, hoping for something to change. If you're out there struggling too, just know you're not alone. #Addiction #RockBottom #FightingToBreathe #CocaineStruggles #StartingOver