Drug Addiction Stories

High school was one of the greatest experiences of my life.  I was on the football team, had a beautiful girlfriend and I was headed to a scholarship at my dream college.  Then I broke my collarbone. I was benched for the rest of the season.  The pain was awful and my doctor put me on oxycontin.  When it came time to get off of it, I fudged and told him I was still in pain.  He had no choice but to believe me.  You see, the oxycontin helped me forget that my life was over in my opinion.

My mother became concerned about my medication.  Although I was an adult in the eyes of the law, having turned 18 just days before my injury, I was still her child and she badgered my doctor about monitoring my medication.  He could not really discuss it with her but he told me he was going to stop my prescription at my next appointment.  I panicked.

That is when I went to talk to one of the kids I had never really hung out with but who was rumored at school to be able to get his hands on anything.  It cost me a lot but he was able to keep me in oxycontin for the rest of the school year.

My mother, however, was not about to let me turning 18 prevent her from stepping in and she bugged me constantly about the changes she was seeing in my personality, my grades and my day to day life.  My girlfriend dumped me.  My friends on the football team stopped coming around.  I am sure I cared but the addicted state I was in prevented me from really feeling much of anything at that point.

Then one day in May, I came home from school and my mother was in the living room with my grandparents, my uncles and our minister.  There was a stranger there, too.  They did what was called an intervention.  The stranger was a drug counselor and they all told me I needed help.  I was so angry that they had teamed up on me.  I felt like I was in the end zone being tackled with my teammates just standing on the sidelines.

That was not really the case, though.  My family were my teammates but they were supporting me 100%.  They had my back.  They got me into a treatment program.  My family saved my life.  Because of the intervention that day, I was able to be there the following August when my mother needed me the most.