In my last post, I told you about Matt and what he was like before drugs took over and ruined his life. Please try to remember that side of him as I describe what happened next.

I told you how Matt hadn’t really been into drinking or drugs in high school. Matt also wasn’t particularly interested in school, but he followed in my footsteps and went to the same state university as I did. The campus was only an hour away from our parents’ house, but we both lived in the dorms on campus. I was in the athlete buildings, which were closer to the gym and fields, while Matt was in regular housing.

Matt struggled in college. He was smart, but he had never really learned time management skills or how to apply himself. He took the same careless approach to his schoolwork that he had in high school to college, but he wasn’t able to get by.

Socially Matt struggled, too. I played baseball for the university and joining the team my freshman year gave me an automatic group of friends. I had people to sit within the cafeteria, study and go to parties with. Matt wasn’t on any teams or in any groups, so he floundered.

This is one of my regrets. I should I have invited Matty around more, I should have helped him make friends. I should have offered to tutor him or help him with his schoolwork. Although we got along, we were just so different, and we had always had different friend groups growing up so it didn’t even occur to me to try to include him in college.

A lot of college kids turn to prescription medications for ADD to help them focus or stay awake to study. Matt must have been fearful for his grades and about getting kicked out because he started buying Adderall off his roommate, who had a prescription.

That’s when I first started to notice a change in Matty. At first, it seemed positive; his grades were going up, and he seemed to be making new friends. We even wondered if maybe he had ADD all along and should have been prescribed Adderall a long time ago.

Keep reading to see how things took a turn for the worse.