Article April 20, 1974 Issue

You Can Say Good-bye to Drugs

[Special to the Sentinel]

For four years I believed that drugs could tell me who I was. The more drugs I took, the more fake I became to myself and others. I felt out of place in the world.

Then I had a terrible experience. I took a certain combination of pills and alcohol, and weird things started to happen. The world turned ugly. My head throbbed with pain. I thought I was dying. I tried to pray: "God, if I live through this I will never touch drugs again." I had said that before, but this time I knew I meant it. The rest of the day was a struggle to keep my sanity.

After that, I knew I would have to find myself, and fast. I felt backed into a corner. I had tried yoga, astrology, and several Eastern religions. They didn't tell me who God was. They didn't tell me who I was.

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