Troubled Teen

When I was younger, I was very free-spirited and did not believe in discipline. I usually thought I wouldn’t get into trouble for anything and that I was above the law. I didn’t care about anything but myself. I loved the adrenaline rush I'd get whenever I knew I was doing something bad. I'd disobey my parents. I'd go out with my girlfriends and stay out all night. Some nights I wouldn’t even return home. I disregarded each one of my parent’s rules and basically made my very own rules. I honestly believed my parents couldn’t a single thing about this.

At one point, back when I was 16 years old, I chose to throw a huge party inside my house. My mom works overnight and my dad was on a business trip, and so I thought holding a party was obviously a great idea. I had been positive that I'd never get caught. I called each one of my buddies and exclaimed to call all of their friends and before I knew it, my house was packed. There was clearly liquor and everyone was grooving and simply enjoying themselves. I didn’t realize how loud the music was, considering that the next thing I remember there was cops banging at the door. I started to panic since there was underage drinking going on inside my party. The officers said they got a call from the neighbors concerning the loud music. I apologized and said to them I would definitely turn it down. He then demanded ID because he noticed the alcohol inside the room. I got out my ID and that’s once I knew things were getting ready to get really ugly for me personally.

The next action I recall was being inside of the backseat of a cop car and listening to the cop speaks with my mother on the telephone. She came home immediately and convinced the officers not to take me away. I don’t think I'd been ever that scared in my life. Immediately, I knew I really messed up and I wasn’t going to get my way now. My mother sat me down and screamed for several minutes. She called me a troubled teen and began to pin the blame on herself for my behavior. I started to really feel bad and I guaranteed her it had absolutely nothing to do with her. I had been looking for trouble. She then explained to me that she simply had to send me away. Initially I was confused; however, I realized she meant she was sending me to the treatment facility.

My heart sank. I didn’t want to leave my loved ones and close friends. She said I needed help and that I couldn’t keep on this path. My mom was right. I had been a very disturbed teenager. I was always getting into trouble and if I continued to act this way, I would likely be a failure. It took me quite some time to agree, however I eventually did. Considering that I’m older now, I’m very grateful that my mother did this for me. I have got my own little ones now so I pray they don’t follow in my footsteps.

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