Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I have been a drug addict for nearly five years.  I got hooked in high school at a party.   People say that is one of the easiest ways to get addicted.  I just wish it was as easy to quit, but it isn’t.  Other kids started avoiding my friends and me.  Some of my friends finally wised up and got clean and they even avoided us.  Not out of snobbery, but so they would not be tempted.

As time went by, I saw friends graduate and move on to college.  All I was doing was working as often as I could at the local fast food restaurant so I had money to get high.  Eventually, my boss caught on to what was going on with me.  After several repeated warnings, I was fired.

I know I am a drug addict and I need to quit.  Life seems to pass me by.  Do I just keep losing myself for a few hours?  It doesn’t do any good.  Whenever I come down, I still have the same problems: no job, no goals, just a monumental need to get high again.  The desperation of an addict is even worse when he they no money to pay for drugs.  This affected my relationships with family and my closest friends.

A friend’s mom gave me a phone number for a rehab place.  She told me there was something special inside of me that needed to be found.  She told me I needed to give this something special a chance.  She said it would be hard, probably the hardest thing I will ever do, but nothing worth having in life comes easy.

I know what I have to do.  I stared at the phone number my friend’s mom gave me for hours that night.  I could not sleep.  I could not think.  The need for drugs burned within me.  I could not remember the last time I got excited over anything that was not drug related.  My life was passing by and all I lived for was drugs.

The next morning I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the sheet of paper.  When it was answered, I told the truth: “I know I am a drug addict and I need to quit.”  Saying the words out loud was the first step of my addiction recovery.