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As a teenager I used drugs, THC, my favorite, was a barbiturate. I remember my lips feeling numb and I knew the high was coming.

Fortunately I met a man who didn't use, and I quit using. We got married and all was well. It was when we started having problems that my doctor suggested Valium. Oh, yeah, calmed me right down! But it made me very hateful when the effect wore off! I decided Valium wasn't for me.

I didn't do drugs again until I was around thirty. My husband and I started a business and it was so stressful I felt like my shoulders were up by my ears. I had pinched nerves all over the place, couldn't sleep, and had tingling sensation in my arms and legs. This time the doctor prescribed a muscle relaxant. AND MY LIPS FELT NUMB! Whoo-hooo! And it was legal too.

That was the beginning of the end for me. I became addicted pretty quick. If I couldn't get muscle relaxants I'd get pain pill and at first they were mild pain pill. Of course my body built up a resistance to them and I got loracet or percocet.

The doctor gave me an MRI scan and that detected bulges in my lower back so he increased the dose over time I went from 2 to 3 pills a day to 2 pills every four to six hours. Of course I increased the dose as needed.

When I ran out before it was time to refill I got very sick and oh so sore. A "friend" introduced me to someone who sold pain pills; yes they would get a prescription and sell them because they wanted money. It worked out because I wanted pills.

For five years I thought I would be in a wheelchair if I didn't have the pills. There was even articles on how badly mangled people were made whole again with the use of pain medication. So I felt justified.

The time came when my doctor refused to give me any more medication; he said I needed to stop. He said I was addicted! The remedy was easy enough I just bought them from the dude on the street.

Then came the day! As a parent when our children need us we go into protection mode, I went to my daughters aid and right into the line of the police. The police thinking I was involved in her dispute searched my purse.

Very quickly I was handcuffed and read my Miranda rights. Did I invoke my rights? Of course not! I was going to jail! Me! Mother of two, grandmother of three, respected businesswoman, drug addict! I was mortified!

I was strip searched, fingerprinted, informed of my charge and bond amount, are you ready? Charge: TRAFFICKING
Bond: $500,000.00
Stunned they snapped my mug shot. I couldn't tell you how

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