Drugs and nightlife for almost 2 years to make all the ideals citaku melting. Treasure parents spent only for illicit goods and enjoy freedom. Now, clubbing (sparkling world) has sent me to rehab.
All are still grateful because finally I was able to escape from the bondage of this abject life. Although I must fight it with all the soul berjibaku my body. Oh yes just call me Linda (pseudonym). I was born in the midst of an affluent family. My father was a skipper of coffee, while my mother was an official in one of the government authorities in this city.
Life is filled with mom and dad busy, make me and 3 brothers neglected. The material we are pampered with a range of facilities, good vehicle, a stipend to all my needs met.But one that never father and mother gave, namely compassion. They were too busy with work until we forget the children who so longed for parental love fondling.
Until finally, my first brother died of an overdose putauw. My sister who also bandwagon youngest asleep in the black world. She eloped with her boyfriend because pregnant out of wedlock. All trials that hit my family as well as full already when I got to know the night life with my friends. Stories bukanlagi clubbing rare for me.
Narkobalah that destroy all life. I know these illicit goods is still one of my beloved campus with me. Until I actually made complacent. Almost two years I was taking drugs, all I got from my boyfriend. In fact, I handed kesucianku willing to get their stuff.
Kugeluti free life with my boyfriend has made me familiar with all the pleasures that apparent. We were like husband and wife who no longer know the time and place to be able to vent their desires. I know, all because of the influence of drugs.
In fact, because it has a high dependency, all the treasures I sell my parents to get their stuff. A week I had not drank, it was dead all the joints of my life. Later when things had started to get scarce, I must be willing to give up the car of father to kubarter with the good. Although both my parents know I've become addicted to drugs, but they remained calm, as if nothing happened to me. This is what makes me increasingly desperate and really - really immersed in that world.
In the future - a critical period that is almost unable to save themselves from gerogotan drugs, I met a young man who happened to boarding school alumni. He is still my close neighbors. Apparently he secretly watch all my behavior over the years.
His attention really made me shed a tear. I thought, there are people who want me in kindness. Slowly he began to introduce me to all associated with the religion of Allah.Every time when I have time, he was not bored meet me at home to give me directions to get back into the path of Allah.
Begin then I was aware of the mistake so far. Although still often tempted by the drug and seems unable to escape from him, but the presence of a friend was so strong. He also suggested I enter rehab as a first step to start a new life.
Another did not occur again, I went straight home and started living there. I went during last Ramadan. Almost every night I cry because of regret. Now I spend time in rehab.And my spirit began to grow again. Thank you friend.
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