An Introduction to the Blog: My Addiction Story Part 1
Opiate addiction is extremely misunderstood by those who do not suffer by it. Mothers who have done countless hours of research and investigation still have no clue what really is going through the minds of their children. Friends of those who suffer from addiction have a front row seat to the degradation of someone near and dear. Loved ones and close associates sit by helplessly as the person that they once cared so dearly for slips through their fingers. Addiction hurts more than just the addict, and eventually the people closest to the addict will decide that it is pointless to continue with the relationship.
I have been physically addicted to heroin/opiates since July, 2014. This was not always the case. When I had my first face to face experience with heroin addiction it was with my best friend at the time. My friend, lets call them Bryce, was always the leader of the group. Bryce was athletic, handsome, intelligent, and exciting to be around. Bryce was in a relationship with an amazing woman that he truly was in love with. Eventually she would leave him due to the strains that addiction brought about. Their sex life suffered, he lied to her, he accused her of cheating, and eventually she broke things off with him. A significant moment in my life was when Bryce and I had a talk about his addiction. I wanted to help my friend so much, I just wanted to tell him that he can break free of his curse, that I will be there to help him. My ignorance tricked me into believing that addiction could be overcome simply and without pain. Why don't you just hold out as long as you can, wait until you cannot handle the withdrawals and use just enough to feel a little better? Just continue doing that until you have weened yourself off of the drugs. In my ignorance I believed addiction could be overcome within a few weeks, if not a few days.
Eventually I gave up on Bryce, the final straw was when he took me to my first ever drug den. When we went inside there were about five young adults sitting on the floor, each one of them was using heroin. There was no power, no running water, this apartment was completely barren and these kids did not care in the slightest. This was the final straw, I decided to no longer have Bryce in my life.
I have been physically addicted to heroin/opiates since July, 2014. This was not always the case. When I had my first face to face experience with heroin addiction it was with my best friend at the time. My friend, lets call them Bryce, was always the leader of the group. Bryce was athletic, handsome, intelligent, and exciting to be around. Bryce was in a relationship with an amazing woman that he truly was in love with. Eventually she would leave him due to the strains that addiction brought about. Their sex life suffered, he lied to her, he accused her of cheating, and eventually she broke things off with him. A significant moment in my life was when Bryce and I had a talk about his addiction. I wanted to help my friend so much, I just wanted to tell him that he can break free of his curse, that I will be there to help him. My ignorance tricked me into believing that addiction could be overcome simply and without pain. Why don't you just hold out as long as you can, wait until you cannot handle the withdrawals and use just enough to feel a little better? Just continue doing that until you have weened yourself off of the drugs. In my ignorance I believed addiction could be overcome within a few weeks, if not a few days.
Eventually I gave up on Bryce, the final straw was when he took me to my first ever drug den. When we went inside there were about five young adults sitting on the floor, each one of them was using heroin. There was no power, no running water, this apartment was completely barren and these kids did not care in the slightest. This was the final straw, I decided to no longer have Bryce in my life.
To Be Continued
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