This is a picture of my life: Not flowers and rainbows, but mine nevertheless. Being misled as a child, drugs and partying became a cool alternative to the disappointments of life. My demons became my friends and confidants. But I quickly learned that I was sadly mistaken. Here I was, a pretty, bright, teenage girl battling rage, injustice and the personal ordeals of cancer and rape. But when the demons took over, it became a story of survival. Battling to overcome the addictions of alcohol, heroin and men had turned me into a junkie. Trading my family and friends for an imprisonment to drugs and loneliness, I sank deeper into my addiction. I couldn't stop making bad decisions. My life no longer had meaning. It was time to end it all or take one more wild shot at hope. This is my story.