Before 18

ebook The Untold Stories of Drug Abuse ( A Childhood Stained, a Voice Reclaimed ): The Before Years: 18 to 21 – A Memoir in Four Parts, #2 · The Before Years: 18 to 21 – a Memoir in Four Parts

By Joseph Behnke

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By Joseph Behnke

This one... this one hurt to write. Really hurt.

Before 18: The Untold Stories of Drug Abuse is the second part of my story — the part I kept locked away for years. The one I swore I'd never tell. But silence doesn't heal. And sometimes the only way to survive is to finally speak the truth.

This book picks up where In Joseph's Footsteps left off. But this one? It's different. It's darker. It's deeper. It stands on its own. This is the part where innocence ended and survival began. Where pain became addiction. Where addiction became escape. And where escape almost cost me everything.

I'm talking pills. Powder. Needles. Addiction to people. Addiction to chaos. Addiction to not feeling empty. But it didn't start with the drugs — it started long before that. With broken trust. With nights I cried myself to sleep. With family secrets no one wanted to face. With the lies I told just to feel loved.

This isn't a redemption arc. It isn't some picture-perfect recovery story. There's no bow tied at the end. This is the real story. The one most people are too afraid to tell. It isn't pretty. But it's honest. And sometimes, honesty is all we have.

In these pages, I talk about the people who hurt me. The ones who saved me. The nights I didn't think I'd make it. The mornings I wished I hadn't. But I also talk about healing — the slow, messy kind. The kind that takes years. The kind that begins with finally saying: this happened to me.

If you've ever felt invisible. If you've ever chased numb just to make the pain stop. If you've ever begged for someone to see you — this one's for you.

This is for the kid who thought they were too broken to be loved. For the teen who spiraled. For the adult still trying to piece it all together. This book is my truth. And maybe it will help you find yours.

I didn't write this for applause. I wrote it so I could finally breathe. And maybe — just maybe — so could you.

Before 18