When I was 13, my Mom died giving birth to my brother. Unfortunately, neither of them made it. I was in 8th grade living with my stepdad. Without the strict mom figure in my life, I started to give in to the peer pressure and I ended up experimenting with drugs. I would use so much that I would be scrambling for money just to buy more, and when I couldn’t afford to buy anymore it would leave me with a sick feeling. At the time I was also dealing with a lot of anxiety, no matter the situation. Even the most simple, common everyday things, I would get anxious and worked up about them. I had been listening to Juice WRLD at the time to help cope with my feelings and to find ways I could relate to him. I knew everything about his story and his unfortunate passing, and I knew that he wouldn’t want his fans to go down the same road he did, so I quit. Now I am in the 9th grade and I’m doing well, 8th grade was a tough year for me, but now I feel confident. Thank you Juice WRLD, 999 forever.
