"When I was 16, I had my first joint. It was to help me revising for my exams. My friend told me that it would help me relax, and I could revise better.
At first it worked, I felt calmer and more relaxed. But then I started forgetting things I'd revised and stressing myself out more.
I started smoking more and more, and eventually I was relying on weed to cope.
I started smoking more and more every day, and it ended up being the only way that I could enjoy myself and have fun.
My mum noticed that my eyes were always red, but just thought that I was ill. She took me to the doctors who tested my blood, and found out about my drug use. They got me help, and showed me other ways of getting rid of my stress.
I ended up slowly cutting down on my cannabis use, and I have now stopped smoking completely.
When I look back, I realise how silly I was to start smoking so close to my exams. I had to retake a year of sixth form, and really regret developing such a strong addiction to cannabis.
Although it seemed to help at the beginning, it did not help me in the long run. I now know that in order to do well in life, drugs are not the answer."