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I used to be someone who could never see the silver lining in every cloud. While I was living a rather easy life, I could not help but feel a sense of emptiness. I felt that something was missing in my life. Compared to my friends, I had relatively less problems than they had – my family is okay, my financial status is stable, and my work is more than enough to keep me on my toes during the day. Despite these, I never felt satisfied with my life. I then slowly sank into depression, thinking that there was nothing in my life that could fill the gaping chasm in my heart.

As time went on, I met different people from all walks of life. In my line of work, I meet poor people, sexually abused women, and drug addicts. And as my depression intensified, I felt vaguely tempted to try drugs, hoping that these would allow me to escape from the melancholy of my personal reality.

So I went with some acquaintances and had some fun one night. Then they started passing drugs around. When they started to get closer to me, I felt a sense of unease; it didn’t feel at all right to be there. I didn’t want to waste my life dependent on the drug. I wanted to live my life as freely as I possibly could without fear or shame for my own identity.

I politely refused the offer and left midway through the party. I figured that it was better for me to live my life by my own terms, and I found it hard to see drugs as a concrete and lasting answer to my plight. Since then, I’ve tried to live and be happy with my own life, and face my own problems with dignity and pride.

I haven’t turned back since.

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Thank you to one of my dearest friends, who wish not to be named in this post, for sharing his story. Should you want to share your story too and allow others to learn from your experience, just drop us a comment.