I wanted my father to be happy, but sometimes he would turn into something like I had never seen before. He would just lose it and then my mum would pay for it. I could not watch it any more so I packed my little bag, jumped out the window and told myself I would never come back to this s***hole. I had plenty of drugs but nowhere to go. I gave drugs to people so I could sleep on their floor until I met my new father and this is where I knew I would be safe, well, that’s what I thought. My new family taught me to steal and take drugs, including drugs I have never had before. The fact that I was young gave them the advantage of knowing that I could not go to jail but I soon ended up in a boy’s home.
My real father found out where I was and came down and played the nice guy until he got me home. This is where I copped one of the worst beatings I have ever had. So when he was finished I flew out the door straight back into the game again. I lived on the streets for a number of years and got ‘street smart’ but all I was doing was taking drugs, selling drugs and stealing. I was not the person I thought I was, sick and tired of not knowing what was going to happen next but I knew it was not going to be good.
I don’t remember it but my friend told me about it. All I remember is I woke up it the psych ward.
What it is like now is that it is hard looking back on it now. If someone hadn’t cut me down I would not be here now. I now understand just how precious my life is including my family. I nearly threw it all away for my addiction. I love life where I am now and thank God someone was watching out for me because I am a good person and now have good people around me.
My future plans are to live a healthy and manageable life, as well appreciating every day that I spend with my family and friends. Get a job that I actually like to do, and have another child with my beautiful wife.