About to come up on 7 years since I finally decided I had had enough, April 30th of 2018. I had about a year a some change since I stopped seeing the dope man, but would continue to mainline cocaine and smoke rocks occasionally, always wanting more and more, something that was foreign to the "casual users" around me. My girlfriends mother died on April 20th of the aforementioned year, we had been really close and I had been taking care of her for close to a year at that point, during which my girlfriend left for a planned vacation and I stayed home. When cleaning up her house, I came across some an old friend, Klonopin. I decided to take them, lowering my inhibitions enough to go to Providence and try and find some crack. 12 hours and over $600 later, I found myself being scammed not once, but twice, by a semi-homeless man and a sex worker, promising crack and never coming back. I put myself in an extremely dangerous situation that could have turned out far worse than it did. As the sun came up I started to cry, realizing that not only had I disappointed others, I had disappointed myself. That was the moment I realized that I can't continue to live like this, either the drugs were going take everything from me or I was going to kill myself, I had been living like this for a decade at this point. The realization that while I don't have control over most things, I have the choice to not take that pill, take that hit, buy that bag, because ultimately while I may feel good in that moment, the negative feelings in the aftermath far outweighed that fleeting moment of euphoria I felt. For me personally, I can't have a life living like that, it took so much from me that I wish I could get back, but it also taught me to be the person I am today and for that, I am beyond grateful. Congratulations to everyone on their success, I am really proud of everyone that has come out the other side!