Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Christian

There I was in a hotel room with five of my friends in Spartanburg, South Carolina for a conference with our church youth. Leaning over on my knees, coughing out blood into a plastic bag, which happened to be the closest thing I could grab. At the time my mind didn 't even have time to process what had happened before I went blank and passed out. It was only the next morning when I saw the bag of blood at my feet, I had realized all of the bad choices I have made in my life. I grew up in a Christian family where it was believed that no matter what happens, it was because God wanted it to happen. Every week my family went to church at least once, most of the time it was two to three times a week. Growing up as a Christian I was limited to a lot of things that

In the first semester of ninth grade was when I was first peer pressured into smoking my first cigarette. It was the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life, it felt as if God was staring down at me disgusted and feeling betrayed by my failure to live a Christian life. After smoking a couple more cigarettes I stopped caring, the only fear I had was getting caught by my parent. I didn 't want to disappoint them and make them think it was their fault I was caught up in this situation. It wasn 't long after trying my first cigarette when I decided I was ready to try marijuana. Once I started, I could not stop, it came to the point where I could not even go to school without taking a couple hits from a bong or a joint. After a while, I wanted to feel even higher so I moved on to LCD tablet, Xanax and even mixed the drugs together. I would spend up to hundreds of dollars a week on a numerous amount of drugs. The hard part was playing it off at home and not get too suspicious, so my parents wouldn 't know. I would go to church regularly to cover up and act like I 'm a true Christian. Many of my friends at church were in the same situation and we sometimes after church service would go and get high