I’m Alex, and let me tell you my story, I was on a wild ride that nearly drove me off the rails. It all started when my so-called best friend introduced me to a dangerous addiction, cocaine. Before I knew it, I was spiraling into a pit of despair, lost in the dark abyss of addiction and depression. It only took two weeks.

One fateful night, I hit rock bottom. I was desperate for my next fix, stumbling my way to get it. Got into a bus it was gonna take me to the dealer. But that’s when it happened – I overdosed. I started seeing colors, I was drowning in my own sweat, I started throwing up, I was a mess. I was in the back of the bus somehow nobody noticed it. There I was, lying on the brink of death, and nobody seemed to notice or care. In that moment of sheer terror, I found myself muttering a desperate prayer, “God, if I make it out of this alive, I swear I’ll never touch this stuff again.”

At that very moment miraculously, I opened my eyes. It was like a divine intervention, a second chance at life. But it wasn’t just luck; it was a wake-up call. I knew I had to change, to break free from the chains of addiction that had bound me for so long.

That’s when I found myself reading into addiction, and let me tell you, it was a game-changer. I discovered the mystical powers of Yoga and meditation.. It was like I had been handed the keys to my own mind. Through daily mental exercises and the guidance of a spiritual mentor who had seen it all, I began to regain control over my thoughts and emotions.

But you know what the real kicker was? It was music. My one true love, my lifeline, my therapy. I poured my heart and soul into creating music that told the story of my journey from the darkest depths to a place of inner peace and redemption. The melodies became my confidants, and the lyrics, my counselors.

My life had transformed, not just from darkness to light but from chaos to harmony. I had been given a second chance and wasn’t about to waste it. From that day forward, I embraced the healing power of music, meditation, and mindfulness, vowing never to let the shadows of addiction and despair cloud my path again. Unfortunately, my friend never stopped partying, and he died consequence of the excess. I still pay tribute to him, life is full of lessons, and the hardest always happens when you are young and stupid.