Drug Addiction Stories

When she moved back to town I was so excited.   I had been crazy about Chelsea all through high school.  She ended up marrying a boy who was training at the Air Force base close to town, though, the summer after high school.  Now here she was, seven years later, divorced and back home. 

We ran into each other at the mall and made plans to go to the park a couple of days later.  As we walked around the lake next to the park, we caught up on each other’s lives.  I told her I had always had a crush on her.  She told me she had always liked me, too.

Chelsea and I started dating after that day at the park.  It was not long however, before I realized that Chelsea was drinking heavily.  She finally admitted it was the reason behind her divorce.  On top of the drinking, she had another secret just as serious.  Chelsea was a cutter. 

I knew Chelsea’s brother and called him.  I told him what was going on with his little sister.  He called his parents and their mother got in touch with a  local crisis center.  She explained what was going on and arrangements were made for a counselor to help us with an intervention.   Due to Chelsea’s cutting, it was assumed and then confirmed later that she had what was called a dual diagnosis with the alcoholism and some emotional problems. 

Chelsea was upset that I told her family at first.  During her treatment, though, she called me and said thank you.  The counseling helped Chelsea and her entire family went into family counseling as well so that Chelsea would have continued understanding and support. 

That was six years ago.  Today, Chelsea and I are the proud parents of a beatiful little girl who looks just like her mommy.  Chelsea has been sober all this time and has also declared victory over the issues that led to her becoming a cutter.  Chelsea is even a sponsor herself down at Alcoholics Anonymous and I completely support her need to help others just as she was helped.

My dream of marrying Chelsea came true and the only regret I have is not speaking up when I had the chance in high school.  What I do not regret is going to her familyabout her drinking and her cutting secret so that they could help Chelsea when she needed it the most.  Every time I look into my young daughter’s eyes, I know I made the right decision for Chelsea and for all of us.

About a year ago I lost the lady I realized, too late, that I loved.  I was an alcoholic who was also addicted to painkillers.  Sally stayed with me through some rough times but I got mean and took it out on her verbally.  One day, when I came home from work, she was gone.

I called her but she would not answer her phone.  I went to see her but her mother said she had moved to another town.  Finally, she answered one night.  She told me that she had loved me, but that she could not spend her life being put down and belittled, for having a stroke while I was the one killing myself by mixing alcohol and drugs.  She asked me not to call her cell phone again.

I ended up getting help when my brother heard what had happened.  I got clean, got sober and luckily, my job was still there when I got out of rehab.  One day I went downtown to the flea market and I thought I heard a beautiful and familiar voice.  I looked over and sure enough, it was Sally.  She was with another man.

As I walked up to them, she had a worried look in her eyes.  Still, she introduced us and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew who I was.  He was a gentleman, though, and did not say anything rude.  I asked Sally how she was doing and she said fine.  She asked how I was and I told her I was doing good and had been clean for about six months.  A look of real happiness washed over her face at that.  She hugged me and said she was glad.

Still, she was walking away with that guy and I was jealous.  I asked how her health had been with her stroke and all.  It was partly out of meanness.  That was when I got the biggest lesson of my life.  The guy she was with took her hand as she said she was doing good and had not had any problems.  Then her boyfriend said “Even if she did, I would be here for her; she’s been the best thing to ever happen to me.”

I realized then that I had hurt Sally with my attitude while on drugs and alcohol but that she had helped me as much as she could till she could not take the abuse any more.  I was clean and sober now, but I had still lost out on love where she was concerned. A girl who had a stroke due to stress had ended up richer and healthier and able to build a life full of energy and love and adventure.  As she walked off with him, I whispered, “Good for you, Sally” and let her go peacefully and with my best wishes.

I had been divorced about eight years when Sally came along.  She was beautiful.  I was feeling my age and trying to date younger women, when came this woman, closer to my own age who could outdo any of the younger ones, in just about anything.

I could not believe this woman cared about me.  We would hang out with friends and she would be the life of the party.  She had more energy than girls half her age.  You would never have known that Sally had a stroke three years earlier.  Still, I had to open my mouth one night when I was drinking and ask her if she monitored her blood pressure.  “Why?” she asked.  “I’m healthy.”  I told her I did not want to hook up with someone, fall in love and lose her.  Sally looked at me and told me that was a little mean and slightly took on the pot calling the kettle black.

I was an alcoholic and I also took pain relievers because of a back problem. Sally hated that I did that.  She tried to help me.  She took me places when my back bothered me; she drove us to my house and stayed over when I partied too much and she tried to tell me she would not disappear, that she really intended to help me.  Instead of seeing her for who she was, though, I acted like she was responsible for me.

I yelled at her one night, that I wanted some more alcohol but she hid the keys and told me she was not going after it and neither was I because she knew I was also taking pills for my back.  Then I took a sedative so I could sleep which really ticked her off because I was still drunk from the alcohol I had finished off.

I stumbled and fell and it hurt.  I told her if I died it was on her.  The next morning she took me to the clinic and the doctor got on to me.  Then she took me home, fixed me lunch, and helped me into bed before leaving the room.  I hollered for her to get her butt in there and rub my shoulders.  She quietly did so.  Sally stayed with me for those four days while I got over the bruising from where I had fallen.  The day I finally was able to go back to work, Sally sweetly kissed me and told me to have a good day.  When I came home, she and her things were gone.