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It's hard to imagine yourself ever being so reliant upon one thing that if it were taken away from you, you would be helpless. That is my personal definition of addiction. Addictions can happen with anything, video games, coffee, work, school, drama, but among those is the most common addiction substance abuse.

I was only seventeen, I was working at the local renaissance fair when I met him. I didn't yet know that he was ten years older than me, or how that would effect a relationship. I was naive. I didn't flinch when he told me he like to do a little cocaine every now and then. I didn't know what it was, other than a drug. I didn't know what it was supposed to do or the consequences of using it. I was young and at that experimental point in my life where I wanted to try thing just so I could say I had done them. So I tried it. I didn't noticeably experience that instant addiction that all the drug awareness programs talk about. I didn't feel much of anything. So I tried it again, thinking I did something wrong. Why was I not feeling what everyone else said I should be feeling?

As my life often goes, I had the luck of dating a guy who happened to have the finances to provide large amounts of the drug regularly. So I had plenty of time to figure it out. I don't remember the first time I got high, possibly because I felt normal for the first time in a long time. Eventually the drug started coming between us, causing us to lie to one another and become sneaky in our endeavors to have more. I still at this point did not notice the addiction. I found my own source and found ways around spending all my money on it. I took a few cash advances on my credit card so my dad wouldn't know what I was up to. We had a joint bank account at the time. I didn't experience too much of the financial woes that come with addiction, but that doesn't mean my life didn't suffer. First I began to get slack with going to class, and more focused on working so I could have more money to but it. Then my hours were cut back at work, and I eventually quit. Now I could devote all my time to getting high, and still clueless as to how warped my thinking had become.

Finally, it happened. Some police officers were investigating a rape in my apartment complex, I just so happened to be purchasing and exchanging drugs with the accused. Unaware of how much danger my addiction (that I still was not aware of) had put me in, I was going back and forth between his apartment and my own. Finally a police

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