I was barely 13 when the first time I have used it.
I knew nobody who were addicted to it but somehow I wanted to try. I thought it wont do me any harm if I just tried once.
I still remember that day. After school I didnx92t go straight home but went to city centre. On the third alley behind the cinema I would find the dealer who sold the right stuff. I did my research well. Now it sounds pathetic but then I have been saving all my allowance to buy it.
Once Ix92ve got my stuff I didnx92t use it right away. I hide it behind my coat and brought it home.
At home my mom asked me where I have been. I came home late. I told her I watched some movie with friends and went straight to my bed room. I hide my stuff under the bed so nobody would find it. I was waiting for the right moment.
By the next weekend I hang out with friends. There was a doubt in my mind if I should use it. I didnx92t know which effect it would give me for the first time. And I decided to use it anyway. My feet started to shake and I felt the fever coming up to my head, small sweat bubbles started to appear on my forehead. Oh my God, What have I done. I sat on my bed and tried to pull my self together. I didnx92t want people to see me like that.
After a while when all the odd feeling went off I entered the living room. All my family and friends were there. They looked so happy and nice, they even gave me a lots of compliment. Was that real or it was just my imagination? But anyhow it felt good. I didnx92t want to loose that feeling. Even though deep inside I felt ashamed for what Ix92ve done I started to buy and used it regularly and secretly.
When I have just left my teenager life behind me I realized that I was addicted to it. But I somehow didnx92t dare to share my secret to anyone. Even not to my boyfriend who was living with me.
Our relationship didnx92t survive, after 14 years he broke up with me and it made me even more addicted. 6 years later, except for my addiction I have putted my life together all right. I met a new person who I was happy with and who I thought will understand about my problems. But I havenx92t told him about it yet. I wanted to do it slowly.
Early this year we have invited our friend Chloxeb who worked on the city hospital to have diner with us. It was a nice evening and we have talked a lot. My boyfriend who liked to sleep went off to bed early and left us behind.
Once he left the room Chloxe9 asked me quietly x93Are you addicted?x94
Like a thunder in my head I was totally shock by her question x93How can you tell?x94
x93I can see it in your eyesx94 She stood up and took of my cloth to find the marks on my body.
When she saw all the marks on my shoulder she started to scream x93Oh my God, you are a hand bag junky. What have you done to your selfx94 I started to cry x93I donx92t know what to do, I am just addicted to it. I tried to quit so many time but the need kept coming back to me and each time it became stronger and strongerx94
x93What did you use?x94
x93I started with a plastic one but later I used only leather, fully leather some has pattern and some donx92tx94
x93Have you use brand?x94
x93Yes I didx94 I answered her with full of shame x94Burberryx94
x93Did you know what Burberry do to you? Once you use it you canx92t quitx94
x93I know, would you please help me?x94
Chloxeb brought me to the hospital and demand me to rehab. I went through a hard time. It was just like hell. My body started to de-handbag-ed and I was hallucinating. All the evil new collection haunted me at night and seduced me to buy them.
I was clean for two month before they have released me from the hospital. At home the whole family were there. They were waiting for me to welcome me home.
x93Look we have present for you, why donx92t you open itx94
Slowly I rip off the package and opened my eyes widely. I thought I just got a heart attack.
It was a brand new honey coloured summer edition Burberry messenger bag with extra pockets for your cell phone and your wallet.
Oh noooooooooooooo

(this blog is based on almost true story)