My Best Friend example essay topic

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While stumbling on my own path of avoiding drugs and alcohol, I began to notice others tripping and many crashing through their personal journey. Our lives consist of many cracks, blocks, and sometimes entire trenches; this mountain will always be traveled and only a few can survive the trip safely. Only six months ago I discovered that my best friend was becoming involved in drinking. It started as a casual thing to do when partying and didn't seem harmful in the long run. I stayed out of it and let alone because I personally disagreed with her behavior.

Over time I began to suspect that alcohol wasn't the only getaway she was seeking. In late October, my best friend of two years casually told me that she had tried marijuana... and was enjoying it. I immediately went into a state of disbelief and disappointment, living in confusion, asking thousands of questions. This was wrong, all wrong and she knew it. She admitted that she wished this wasn't happening to her but also confessed that deep down inside, she didn't care.

Our friendship was put on hold for three months after painful words and endless tears. Somehow, in January she began to talk more and more. I didn't hate her but I hated the addiction that I saw inevitably coming. I disappeared from her life for fear of becoming involved in all that I hated.

My birthday came January 31st and that weekend she called, to congratulate me, and to apologize. Over the following weeks, she decided that she needed to slow down. Cigarettes were helping to get off the drugs, but there were still influences that I wished would disappear. The people she was hanging around were the problem but I knew that I couldn't change who her "friends" were. Every weekend I would try and steal her away at least one night and we would watch movies or come up with some interesting crafts. Today, I can honestly say that my best friend is struggling.

I have done all that I am capable of. Everyday I give her reasons to slow down and breathe in some of the clean air that comes with a morally based life. Maybe I am not a normal teen because I have little to no desire to try drugs, but I know that with my strength I can guide others on their own rocky mountain. I have traveled on the stumbling block and know where the trenches can be. Over the next few years I will fall again and get up again. This mountain will never end and as long as I live I will fight it.

I will keep climbing. I will survive this mountain.