Drug Addiction Stories

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.