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Why is drug use so prevalent in so many nations today?

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Why is drug use so prevalent in so many nations today? Since the beginning of time, people have used drugs, and some animals have even developed an addiction to particular plants.

The use of hallucinogenic drugs is a widespread practice in many religious ceremonies taken to produce an outer body experience and gain celestial insights. In modern times the creation of drug addicts seems to be one of several military strategies implemented to weaken a society or nation.

I begin using drugs because some of the people that I knew encouraged me to use them. I continued using drugs because of the pleasure they brought me and a means of escaping my reality that held so many areas of dissatisfaction for me. As my addiction gained more control of me, I became increasingly ashamed of myself, to the extent that I isolated myself from my family because I did not want them to see me in such a pitiful condition.

I was able to overcome my drug habit, except for cigarettes, but the side effects, or the aftereffects of habitual drug use are still present in my life, not the lease the knowledge and the awareness of so many years of my life wasted, and my ambitions shattered.

I am sure that my story is a common one but that does not satisfy the question as to why drug use is so rampant. Why are so many people so willing to lose their minds? Why are governments the most active and organized drug dealers, even to the harm of their own people?

There are people on the web who want to profit from the disillusionment and sorrows of others. They walk or drive up and down streets invading people’s privacy for monetary clicks on their video channels. They have no empathy for human suffering. They are like carnivores eating away at rotting flesh with their concealed camaras and indifference to personal tragedies. But even this despicable endeavor does not explain why drug and alcohol abuse are so prolific today.

As an active (cigarettes), and former (marijuana and cocaine) drug user I can understand the desire for relief, pleasure, and escape that drug use seems to bring. I also understand the abundant devastation to dreams and productiveness that addiction brings.

The core reason for my drug use was a feeling of being inadequate and low self-esteem. I still feel inadequate in several ways and my self-esteem is marginal at best, but now I can appreciate my shortcomings with a sober mind that gives me active avenues of approach in addressing them.

It I so disheartening to see the people of the fertile soil falling apart one too any number of brain cells at a time. As it is likewise depressing to witness the flowing rivers embracing personality traits that are toxic and foreign to them. The world is awash in the addiction of self-indulgence and appeasement of self. Governments are becoming societies’ most destructive entity. Financial institutions are making vast amounts of money on human suffering and spilled blood.

Despite constant butchering and wars too many people are overwhelming all other forms of nature. But none of this explains why drug addiction is ripping the life out of so many cultures throughout the world. There are no adequate answers to this disheartening phenomenon. This may just be a brief period of self-induced trauma for a developing or diminishing species. Forgive my language if I sound in any way disrespectful but the freedom of expression compels me to be true to myself.

As a former drug user, I dare not give any advice to anyone as to how to curtail their drug habit. All I can say is that I became so ashamed of the things that I was doing to obtain my brief high that it came to a point that I could no longer become high no matter the amount of my drug intake. The feeling of guilt and shame overwhelmed me and the frustration of not being able to get high anymore troubled me. Yet, I did not stop my pursuit of the high that I could no longer obtain.

It was not until I was arrested and taken out of my drug environment that I had a chance to make the change in my life that I so desperately wanted. It took weeks and three to four showers a day to get the drugs out of my system.

I could smell the awful smell of my drug addiction as it was being cleansed from the pores of my skin. And without any effort on my part my desire for drugs simply vanished. I have been clean and sober since, which has now reached two decades.

I can understand addiction which is why it is so sorrowing to see how epidemic it is, especially among the first born of humanoids.

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The One Mistake That Canceled a Productive Life for Me

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The one mistake. One night, after being in my drug addiction for a few years, I decided to break into a school in Tampa Florida, where I was residing at the time, looking for something that I could steal so that I could buy a hit.

After getting onto the school grounds, I broke into a classroom via one of its windows. Upon entering the classroom, the only thing that I saw that may be of value was a television mounted on the wall. Using a chair, I disconnected the television from its wall mounts without any problem.

With television in hand, I now decided that I did not want to go back through the window with the set, so I opened the classroom door and walked out into the hallway. As I scanned both ends of the hallway I could see cameras mounted in certain spots close to the ceiling.

I knew that I was being recorded but I didn’t care because I figured that I would be long gone before the police arrived on the scene.

I took my time leaving the premises, and not because I was feeling confident, but because I was numb from drug use. I reached one of the gates leading out of the building structure and was met by a security guard with a gun in hand. He was on one side of the gate and I was on the other.

My first instinct was to run, instead, I obeyed his instructions to sit the television down and get face down on the pavement. I did as he told me to do because I just did not feel like running.

Working as a day laborer during the day, using all of my pay to buy my drug of choice, very little sleep and even less to eat, I was in no physical nor mental shape to make a break for it when I encountered that security guard on the other side of the gate. He unlocked the gate and entered, handcuffed me and then told me to stand to my feet.

Once on my feet, he asked me if I had any weapons on me. I told him that I had a small pocketknife in my pocket, which he removed. Soon afterward a police car arrived on the scene, and I was taken to jail.

When I went before the judge and heard my charges it was like I was hearing a recap of one of Jesse James escapades. The security guard had beefed up his report of the incident in such a way as to make himself shine like a determined Texas Ranger who had just captured one of America’s most wanted.

Even so, I was placed on probation and released in the middle of the night. This, of course, was a felony and also the first time that I’d ever been arrested. This one drug driven mistake in judgment now haunts me relentlessly.

Some years later after completing a six months’ drug rehab program I became clean and sober. Thankfully, I have remained clean and sober for more years than I want to admit because at the moment I am age sensitive. Sobriety did not and has not erased that felony from my record.

That one charge has been like a nail driven into the back of my neck each time I have applied for a good-paying job in my field (Computer troubleshooting and repair). It has also kept me in the reject bin on all other non-computer related employment that pays well and jobs that you can feel good about going to every day.

It feels great to be clean and sober. My decision to use drugs changed the entire course of my life in a most unfruitful and unproductive way. My decision to steal has kept me in bondage significantly beyond my original jail sentence.

One bad decision and a lifetime sentence. A criminal record that cannot be expunged lies in wait at the end of every job application to turn my hopes to dust and keep me at the poverty level.

Yet I do not surrender even knowing that I will be refused the employment opportunity once a background check is undertaken. Hoping against hope for some wayward burp in the system that will allow me to prove myself and show that I can be an asset to my employer, I fill out applications hoping for the best and expecting the norm.

The choices that I have made so far in my life have damaged me almost beyond repair. I decided to be a thief and have had so many precious years of my life stolen away from me because of my choice to be that. Days, weeks, months, and years of life do not come with a refund.

There is only one opportunity to make it good within this physical sphere of realities. If you choose to do drugs, if you choose to steal, you must be ready to suffer the consequences of your actions. One way or another you are going to get it.

There is no such thing as getting away scot-free. The life-slayer is right at the other end of a bad choice and decision, and it will rip your hopes, dreams, goals, and future to pieces. Your rap sheet lurks silently in the background waiting for you to make a charge for upward mobility so that it can zoom face-front and deflate you.

But I have done this to myself. I have leaped upon my own neck and have strangled the crap out of my career ambitions and goals. I have created my own stumbling blocks by the choices and decisions that I have made. I have doomed my life to being unfulfilled and a heavy burden upon itself.

I have given the Grim Reaper my flesh and bones considerably beyond the appointed time of my terrestrial demise. I have done this to myself because I would not take command and control of myself but commissioned my life and wellbeing to be grafted by cravings and passions that are earmarked for my absolute destruction.

The end of me is at hand. The custom-built has been broken and slayed by the butchers thinking. The assassin has chosen himself for the next kill. The bullet was shot from the chamber the very instant that the muck and mire was conceived. The murderer has justly murdered himself. Finished. Complete.

Feel free to read my autobiography “Fatally Pathetic: The Story of an Ill-fated Conception” at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U7YWVC4

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