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How
Red Became Straight Edge - By Red (Sarah)
misskittypunk@hotmail.com
I've
been asked many times why I became Straightedge... So here it
is... in a nutshell!
When
I was about fourteen, I started rejecting all of the crap I'd
been taught since I was young. I stopped eating meat, broke away
from the church and became a Marxist. During this time, I also
became to get sicker. I'd been very sick since I was about twelve.
Over the next two years, I became more and more ill.
As
a result of my illness, I did a lot of stupid stuff. I experimented
with alcohol and drugs, I fooled around... I did a lot of really
stupid stuff, really, that I now regret.
More
serious than all of this though was the illness itself.
When I was sixteen, I was admitted to a psychological hospital
where I was treated for severe depression disorder. For a couple
of years, I had been adicted to self-mutilation. Later that year,
I was admitted to the same hospital for a suicide attempt. I was
very ill.
While in the hospital, I was treated with Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft,
and Luvox. None of these helped, in fact, they made my problems
worse.
Soon, we figured out that I was bi-polar.
The
severe mood swings accompanied with panic attacks and painful
shyness forced me to retreat into a life no one should ever live...
When
all of this began, I met two guys from my school. They were dating
two of my best friends. They introduced me to the sXe movement.
Recently, I began thinking about sXe again and it really began
to make sense to me. Drinking, smoking, drugging, fooling around
with guys I hardly knew was only making all of my problems worse.
I cleaned it up. After my brother was arrested this winter for
possession and trafficking of ecstacy, I really began to think.
Though I am strongly opposed to the facist drug war and its draconian
laws, I realized that now more than ever is a time to live by
my rules.
I
have rejected almost everything that I've been taught from youth
and have begun my own way of thinking. Accompanying these new
beliefs are sXe and veganism. Now I realize more than ever how
precious and wonderful life is.
Some would wich that he/she had never made the mistakes I did,
but when I look back and see how those experiences helped shape
me and how I now think, I value those negative experiences as
highly as any other.
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