I spent my middle school years and the first half of high school trying to be accepted by the people there. In a town full of wealthy people, the only friends I was able to make were the degenerates. I started drinking and taking drugs because I wanted to be accepted.
In 2016 I landed myself in the hospital where they had to bypass my liver with a tip. On that day I swore off alcohol for good. My husband, on the other hand, continued drinking and hiding a secret of heroin addiction.
I have always been a drug addict for most of my life. I have come from a large family of alcohol and drug addicts. I grew up watering my parents' pot plants. My father was a cocaine dealer in the eighties and my mother was an alcoholic and addict.
Dear Addiction, You destroyed over 10 years of my life that I will never get back. You made me do things that I said I would never do.
I have lost my brother, my wife, and my mother all in the past three years. All at the same time while battling an active addiction to heroin and pain pills
In all honesty, if it wasn’t for my daughter, I would’ve probably ended it all years ago. I’m not normal, and I’m ok with that. I do my best with what I’ve got. I’ve been doing a little better the last few years thanks to my amazing support system.
After years of struggle, he turned to medications as an escape from life so he wouldn’t need to deal with the pain. He was not aware that he's only hurting himself and the ones who love him the most. He almost killed himself but we saved him.
This is a story about a once lost, drug-addicted 22-year-old. That former addict happens to be me. I worked in construction as an electrician apprentice. I had 2 years of experience and a wife who was pregnant with my child. I couldn't afford to support her and her 8-year-old son on my salary of $9.50 an hour. So, I sold pills that I had ordered from Argentina for real cheap.