My Life And Depression

The Start of it all

I remember when I was about 10 years old, I was innocent and a happy kid. One day I was snooping through my mothers things looking for colored pencils or something of that matter. And instead of finding what I was looking for, I found my mother pot stash. At this time I was in 5th grade and at my elementary school there was this program, called DAWGS. This was a drug awareness program. And I remember us learning about weed and cocaine and almost any drug you could think of. I remember when I found that stash of weed I was so scared and I took that stash and hid it in my garage. My mother went on a fucking rampage and I knew it was all my fault. She finally comfronted my abouy it and at the time I was a very good child and I confessed to it all. I remember how pissed she was at my I was grounded for weeks after that. I just didn't understand why she was so mad. In my eyes I knew I was only trying to help her, but I suppose her eyes saw the exact opposite. She was pissed at me for weeks. And it was hard for me to have my own mother angry with my for trying to help her. This is were it all began.