Gathering with so many strangers was not as frightening as I had thought. Usually, I walk away from mass sessions drained and shaken, but I actually found myself finding an ounce of comradery with these new ladies and gents. It’s ironic, really that I have met more people in one day who appreciated my slant on the world than in my entire elementarymiddlehigh school career.
For a while I had this build up of dread in my stomach as I made half of these friends when discussing drugs. Those who’ve been following me for a while know that I was an addict for a while. Being around all these stories, reliving my own, felt too comfortable, like I was slipping back into a hole. After a night of restless sleep (restless is an understatement) I found myself more content with myself and with my past. I was able to reflect on the self I never want to be again.
All in all, I met many an interesting peer and registered for a nice, balanced schedule. At first, I had hopped to bury myself in classes so I wouldn’t have the opportunity to be around drugs again, but I realized I have control over myself— I’m past that phase of dependence in my life. The more I accept the past self, the stronger the present self becomes.