When you grow up in the foster care system, abandonment is almost always a trigger. Combine it with a lack of self-worth, the fear of never being enough, and the truth that maybe there really is no value in your existence—and you get a young boy whose first crush was alcohol, his first infatuation, cocaine, and his first love, heroin. With every high, I fell deeper. I was tangled in that web and I had no plans of getting out.
