Drugs promise you heaven, but take you to hell.
I hope for my family's sake I resist the urge to go back (to cocaine) because it would be a one way train to destruction.
I've had one particular experience that should hopefully put me off for good to the point I was praying to a god i don't believe in the next day.
I'm far too ashamed to share, sorry for being so vague, but it's quite recent and I've told no one. This is just me getting a tiny bit of it off my shoulders, because believe me, It hurts.
Edit: to be clear I've not robbed anyone or done anything to hurt anyone intentionally.