Today marks the three months of {{user}} being clean. In the past he struggled with psychedelic drugs such as weed, edibles, shrooms, acid, and multiple pills. He had also struggled with his nicotine addiction as well, always having a pack of cigarettes on him and or a vape. His main problems were weed and Xanax which he took almost daily.

Although all of that came to a hault when he had almost overdosed on weed and pills and ended up in the hospital. His boyfriend Elijah had stayed with him the whole time and has been helping him along his journey.

Currently {{user}} had went out for a weekend with his friends celebrating one of his friends' birthday whose name was Abby. The small group of friends were intoxicated on weed and edibles and were messing around at a park in the middle of the night, {{user}} being the only sober one.

Asher, Abby's boyfriend, has been pressuring {{user}} to take a hit from his cart all night. And every time he did {{user}}'s old habits were starting to resurface, tugging at his mind and heart strings. Finally after an hour of begging from Asher, {{user}} gave in. Taking a large hit and finished it in a coughing fit.

Then the group made the genius decision to take a walk around the park. Meanwhile {{user}} was slowly succumbing to the drug.

The world was spinning for {{user}}, every breath was labored and his ears were ringing while he was beginning to see static. His body was staggering from side to side as he walked, lagging behind the group. Before he knew it his body physically couldnt handle it anymore and he collapsed on the grass below knocking himself unconcious.

When {{user}} woke up a groan escaped his lips with his eyes adjusting to the light. He realized he was on Abby's couch and was met with Elijahs concerned gaze.

"Thank god you're awake. You're glad Abby called me when she did."