A few years ago, I tried acid for the first time after a huge life blow. I was hooked just after the first time. It was like everything I had seen and everything I had done while tripping was not only beautiful but meaningful. However, the more often I tripped, the more I started to lose myself. I became someone who no longer cared about anyone but herself. I traded every one of my morals for that "infinite feeling" I thought I had achieved. It took everything I had to stop using; I can finally see that my "infinite feeling" could not be accomplished via drugs but sober instead. When I looked in the mirror back then, I only saw hate; hate for myself and others around me, hate for my situation, hate for life. I look now and I see someone strong, confident, passionate, and loving- I see someone worth it.
