I went to a prestigious private school and grew up in an upper class suburban neighborhood. I was not the type of person that anyone would think was using drugs. But I was, and it nearly killed me. It started when my doctor prescribed me Ritalin in high school. From there, things went into a downward spiral. I discovered that I could crush and snort my Ritalin, because it is a form of speed. I stayed up for days and hardly ate. I was able to maintain my good grades and I got into Georgetown. My addiction got worse and I was going to two different doctors to get prescriptions for Ritalin. I was at the maximum dosage, but still, they would be gone in a week. I stopped going to class and stayed up for days at a time. I was losing my mind.

Then my mom found Narconon®. She begged me to go get help. I fought it for a long time. Then I came home one day from being up for nearly a week. I was exhausted and sick. I looked at myself in the mirror and I knew right then that if I continued like this I would die.

My mom handed me the phone and I talked to someone from Narconon Arrowhead. His name was Paul, and he told me that I couldn’t live my life like this anymore. I was on a plane within 2 hours on my way to Oklahoma.