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Post 4 – When Winning Was Losing After I dropped out of high school, I got my GED. I scored high enough on the GED and ACT that a D2 school still honored my scholarship, just on hold for the first year. If I proved I could keep my grades up, I would earn it back. But I did not even last two months in college. I walked away. That is when the mask shifted again. I was not a student anymore. I was not an athlete. I was a full-time dealer. And at first, it looked like I had made it. Cash stacked up. Cars. Parties. People respected me, or at least, they respected the product I carried. Cocaine was my main hustle, but I kept everything in rotation. Pills. Weed. Oxy. Even heroin. A one-stop shop. From the outside, it looked like I was winning. I had what I thought I wanted: money, attention, control. But underneath, the decay was setting in. Heroin was not in the background anymore. It was daily. Meth slipped in too. What started as managing the high turned into managing withdrawals. And no amount of money covered the rot eating through me. That life lasted three years. Three years of looking untouchable. Three years of telling myself I was on top. But every empire built on sand eventually crumbles. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time.