Psychosis

May 4, 2020 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this, you should know that I never anticipated living my life in this manner; and up until now, had no intentions to share my experiences. A tragedy befell someone I cherished recently, thus prompting my solemn memoir. In not so many words, I don’t want to die young. However, if I am cut short unexpectedly, my children deserve better than to have their perception of me twisted by the media. I beg you from the depths of my soul, be sure they know that I love them. It’s true that I did eventually indulge against my better judgment. I became acquainted with many substances; and though we could not coexist as friends, we thrived as business partners. The maximum amount that I could consume was limited by a natural ceiling effect. Despite my high tolerance, it was futile to do more than necessary. This led to an inability to form an addiction, making me the exception to the rule. The closest to withdrawal I ever felt was the debilitating exhaustion that followed. Yet, regardless of what anyone may believe, there has never been a moment in my life that I haven’t been fiercely against illicit drugs; nor the detrimental effects they have on society. So while you read the details of my trip down the rabbit hole, I offer you this wisdom: there are no gateway drugs, there are only drugs and gateway people. -Kara Leigh Watson 11:32 PM