I was a bright student in college. I sat for extra lectures and seminars, with a genuine thirst for knowledge. I was also a little nervous. No matter how much I knew or tried, I would always blank out in exams. I was standing with yet another sheet of bad results in my hand.
A boy came and stood next to me. He said that he also had trouble remembering, and someone had told him that all the anxiety in his mind is what interfered with him remembering what he had learnt, And then he had been given a medication that calmed him down so that he could remember well.
I was quite amazed! All it would take to solve my problem was a pill. I went to his house the next day, and there was some sort of party happening. I asked him if he could give me the pill or at least the name, so I got a prescription.
They all started mocking at me and laughing at me, and gave me a powder sort of a thing to have. I didn’t know it then, but they had gotten me into a powerful drug.
I wanted more and more as days passed by. My performance in studies reduced drastically and I started to steal from home because of this habit.
I was horrified at what I was doing, and I took more of the drug to escape the guilt. It was a vicious cycle and I was caught in the middle of it.
One day, tired of it all I was about to kill myself, when my mother walked in. she ran and hugged me and told we would sort it out. I was sent to rehab.
They did not use a lot of medication there and it was mostly activity-based. I had a good counselor who understood my problems and told me that the main issue here was underconfidence and nervousness.
Together we worked on it and I’m much better now.