Drug Addiction Stories

The headaches and the nausea didn’t bother me at first. They weren’t bad and they were worth the incredible sensations I got from the Oxycontin. My family started to panic though because now that I was taking the Oxycontin with alcohol, apparently my breathing slowed down quite a bit and they kept waking me up to see if I was alive. I kept telling them “Yes, I’m alive, but you won’t be if you keep waking me up!” I just couldn’t understand what the fuss was about.

My family started to panic though because now that I was taking the Oxycontin with alcohol, apparently my breathing slowed down quite a bit and they kept waking me up to see if I was alive.

I did feel kind of numb, but it really didn’t bother me. I remember when my brother fell down the steps and I saw him land there at the bottom. He had broken his nose and was bleeding all over the place. I just stared at him. My mother came running down the steps all panicked. She screamed at me “Why didn’t you help your brother”? What was I going to help him with? Sheesh, it was all being taken care of. I guess I should have cared more, but I didn’t. I took another dose of Oxy and a couple of shots of booze instead. In fact, I went back and took another pill just a couple minutes later. Who were these people to be disturbing MY good high?

When my mother came home from the hospital with my brother she lit into me. She said I was either going to have to stop the drugs or get out. She reminded me that I wasn’t working despite the fact that my back was fine now and all I did was lie around and take the drugs and alcohol. How the heck did she know about the alcohol? I was furious! Later that night the whole dang family came down and they had someone, some type of counselor with them. They all told me how they felt about my “problem” and how they wanted me to get clean or get out. Then my mother actually got up, got my Oxycontin and flushed it! Oh My God! How dare she? I flew into a rage. The counselor they had there took me by the shoulders and turned me toward a mirror on the wall.

“THIS is who you have become. THIS is what the Oxycontin has done to you”. I stared into that mirror not even recognizing the person I saw.

I went into drug rehab, which lasted a week and I checked out. I relapsed and went back into rehab. Detox was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. There were things that made it easier, but it was still a very difficult thing to go through. This time, I stuck with rehab and learned ways to deal with my depression and pain. I learned techniques to stay away from the pain pills and I was, in the end, determined to beat the Oxycontin addiction. I still crave the drug from time to time, but there are people and techniques to help me.

I never want to have to go through the pain that Oxycontin caused in my life again.