Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I remember our wedding day like it was yesterday. We had hopes and dreams and were madly in love. The wedding was small, but the reception was huge. If nothing else, I can look back on that day with fond memories. It’s a good thing because shortly after that, our lives and our goal headed down hill.

For me, the drug use started when I had our first and only child. I had to have a C Section, there were some problems and the baby didn’t make it. They gave me Oxycontin for pain. After a couple of weeks, I figured out that the drug did just as much for easing my mental pain as it did my physical pain. When I woke up, the first thing I did was grab some Oxycontin. It would only be a couple of hours later and I would be taking more. Eventually, the number of pills I took began to increase. When my own doctor stopped supplying them, I went to another doctor and complained of pain in my back. It worked, I got more drugs.

My husband got so depressed that he started drinking. At first, he just had one after work but then he started to drink more. What a pair we were! To be honest, at times it was hilarious, but most of the time we would end up arguing. Home just wasn’t a happy place to be. My husband wanted us to have another baby and that just brought back all of the memories. I increased the number of pills yet again. The more drugs I did, it seemed the more alcohol my husband drank.

One night my Mother-in-law brought him home. He was hammered. She said she found him at the baby’s gravesite. Funny, he always seemed to be upset about me, but not the baby. She came back the next night, sat us down and reminded us of that happy couple on our wedding day. She asked if the drinking and the drugs had made us any happier. We both started crying. She told us she had lost a grand child and wasn’t about to lose a son and a daughter in law. Using our phone, she started calling rehabilitation centers. My husband and I both started rehab the next day. That was a year ago and although I did relapse once, I went right back into rehab. Now? We’re finally talking about having another child.

Word got around pretty quickly and for a while, I was making pretty good money. Then someone taught me how to shoot the Oxycontin. Wow! I thought chewing them was the ultimate high but shooting them was even better. It took more of a supply of the drug that way but as far as I was concerned, it was well worth it. Soon, all of the extra money I was making was going for drugs. I started taking even more because some of my loser customers would slap me around a little bit but the Oxycontin made everything feel better.

I needed even more customers but for some reason, I didn’t attract them like I once did. The ones I did get were, let’s just say, below average people. It became a struggle again to pay for my room and get my Oxycontin. The landlady suspected something was going on too since more of my customers were getting violent. She came up more than once and warned me I would be thrown out. Sure enough, a few nights later a customer got rough and it got loud so she came upstairs and told me I had to leave the next day. As I shot up the Oxycontin that night, I wondered what I was going to do.

The next day I threw what I could into bags and headed down to one of those women’s shelters. They started talking about religion and taking classes and getting up every morning at 6AM. “Look, all I need is a place to sleep” I told them. They informed me it wasn’t a flophouse. The only good thing was that when I had to be gone during the day I could do my drugs and make a little money. I had to be really careful about having the drug around the shelter. Too many eyes there. I got caught though and was thrown out. I was in a real mess then. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I found myself alone with no where to sleep, or eat, and I was out in the cold. I thought to myself “Oh my God! I’m homeless!” It was like someone had hit me upside the head. I’d lost all of my friends, I’d lost the life I once had, all I had was my drugs. They got me through for a while, but then even I realized I needed help. I was sleeping on the ground and sleeping with strange men that I didn’t even know so I could shoot up and forget for a while. That’s what made me go to drug addiction rehab.

It wasn’t even my prescription. A friend asked me if I’d ever tried Oxycontin. I told her no and asked her what it was. She said it was a pain pill and gave an incredible high. I really didn’t hesitate to try it. After all, it was only going to be once, what was the big deal? She told me to chew it and not swallow it whole. Within just a couple of minutes I felt better than I had ever felt in my life. So warm, tingly, high and content. I felt so relaxed and yet so aware. Soon after that high hit, I knew I was going to want more of this stuff.

That’s how it started. I began slowly; only taking one or two pills a day. Then I had to up the dosage because I just wasn’t feeling the same great high I did the first few times. Then I went from once a day, to twice a day, to so many times I lost count. Once I had gotten past 3 pills a day, my friend started charging me for them. After all, I guess she had to buy them too. At first, I thought I could control it. When I started wanting to increase the number of pills, I started to wonder how I was going to pay for them. That wasn’t easy since I was getting really sick of my job. I’d rather be high and enjoying it than working anyway.

Somewhere along the line I did lose my job because I was missing so much work. It really bothered me but all I had to do was take a hit of Oxy and everything would be fine. Money started to become a real issue, though. I couldn’t pay the bills and I wasn’t working and most importantly, I needed my Oxycontin. That’s when I first decided to start having male “friends” over. They were decent enough guys, so it was really no big deal. The thing is, that made me enough for my fix but not enough for everything else. Hey, when you can have a fantastic high, who needs anything else? I moved out of that house and just got one of those little sleeping rooms. Next thing I had to do was get the word out about my “services”. I wasn’t really a hooker. I mean, I wasn’t walking the streets or anything.