
I got to the point where crying did not help anymore when I would get overly stressed. For my entire life, crying was my outlet. It’s all I knew. Then, somehow, I wound up in a place where crying did not help me. It simply didn’t let me unwind or process what was going on. It built up. I felt overwhelmed non-stop, and never caught a break. My life was a series of what could go wrong next, with something major going wrong each day. That’s when I turned to drugs, and when my life really got flipped upside down.