In the United States, there has been a struggle against a growing opioid epidemic.
Being addicted to meth and feeling like I need to be praised for the things I do or getting the feeling I'm loved by anyone I'm talking to or around and realizing that I don't need the approval of people, but of Jesus cause in the end.
Hello, my name is Rachel and I am an addict. I have been in recovery for the last 6 years and 4 months. I am not going to lie and say that it's been an easy road because that is far from the truth. I guess I should start from the beginning. Just a little background as to why I started using pain killers to begin with. In March of 2006, I started having the worst headaches I've ever experienced. These headaches were not typical headaches. I suffered from them every day, from the time I woke up until the time I went to bed, get up and repeat. What it felt like was someone took both hands and cupped my head and squeezed as hard as they could.
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