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 I grew up between worlds — the manicured lawns of elite boarding schools and the unforgiving streets where addiction thrives.


This blog is my anonymous record of what happened in between.


I’ve gone from wearing tailored blazers at formal dinners to sitting on a stained mattress with a needle in my arm. From passport stamps and champagne flutes to locked bathroom doors and silent withdrawals.


You’ll find real stories from my years chasing highs across continents, as well as reflections from my ongoing recovery. My hope is that these words help someone else — whether you’re in the thick of it, on the way out, or just curious about the truth behind the stereotypes.


Names, dates, and certain details have been changed to protect privacy. The rest is exactly as it happened.


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