Drug Addiction Stories

Stress used to be my excuse for everything.  I had a wife, a family, a job, a house payment, bills, the stress just kept adding up.  I seldom had time for myself, everyone wanted a piece of me.  When a friend slipped me some cocaine one night and told me it would help me relax, I thought “why not?”  We were on a business trip, it did not seem to have hurt him any so again, why not?

I did not realize that I was saying yes that night to just one more demand on my time.  At first, I thought it was just letting me know that I needed a break from all the stress and responsibility.  It took quite a while before I realized that it was actually the opposite, the cocaine was demanding more and more of my time, my mind, my body and my money.

My wife knew something was up but even in her wildest dreams she never suspected cocaine until the day she cleaned out my blazer pocket to get it ready for the dry cleaners.  When she pulled out the white powder, she was honestly shocked.  She came in to the bedroom where I was still sleeping that Saturday morning and admitted that she thought I was having an affair, but she was stunned to find out about the cocaine use.  She told me she would help me with anything and she would accept anything: an illness, me losing my job and working for minimum wage, but she would not tolerate drugs because of our children.

She gave me an ultimatum that Saturday.  On Monday she moved out.  Within a week, my friend who had gotten me started on cocaine had lost his job.  That was an eye opener for me.  I called my wife who was staying at her sister’s house and told her what had happened.  I told her I realized I needed help or I would be next.  My employer was a reputable Fortune 500 company but if I did not get help on my own, they might show me the door as well.

That was four years ago.  When I went into rehab, my wife came home.  We underwent marriage and family counseling as well as sessions to deal with my cocaine addiction.  Those marriage counseling sessions opened up our lines to communication in ways we had never experienced.

Turning to cocaine was wrong.  I do believe my marriage is stronger now, but it would have been nice to have just gone the marriage counseling route and sidestep the cocaine addiction altogether.  Still, I am just grateful we got a second chance at all.

Hi,

This post is for anybody who is not caring about his or her family. I am now on the last part of a life changing program called Narconon and this program made me realize how important a family is in one’s life and in their level of happiness. I am now 20 years old, and for about 10 years I neglected my family by doing what I wanted and by not caring about what they said, even if their words were for my best interest. I found myself unhappy and unwanted. I started drinking and using cocaine. When my addiction grew bigger, so did my problems with my family. I would scream at my mom and fight with my dad every time they would get on my nerves trying to reinforce a positive mentality in my sick brain. They were only trying to help me live an honest and happy life, but I only saw that they were trying to hold me back and make me miserable. Now I realized all my errors and I am happy and drug-free thanks to them and their huge support and love they always had for me.  Even when my family was really mad and frustrated with me, they always had me in their hearts and I’m sure that your family has you in theirs to. Thank you for your time and I hope that I would have been of some positive help to you so as not to go down the path of sorrow and unhappiness that I did.

I have been on cocaine for years.  I was married for sixteen and my husband got high with me, but then he cleaned up.  He wanted a divorce because I would not get clean with him.  We had two kids, a daughter 15 and a son 12.  We were both fighting for custody.  One night my daughter was injured in a car accident while out with friends.  She lost a lot of blood and we both donated to help her.  We found out that night that my husband was not her father.

That meant one thing. Our cocaine dealer from back then was her father. I tried to find him only to find out that he was dead.  He had died four years earlier from an overdose.  My ex told me he still wanted her, he wanted both of them.  Then he asked me if I really wanted to keep going the way I was until she was essentially biologically an orphan.  That was my wake up call.

I went into a residential treatment program.  My ex came to a session once with me and told me with the counselor sitting there that he did not condemn me as we had both been on cocaine.  The blessing of our daughter far exceeded how she truly got here.  Yet he got clean and he insisted that our children also deserved a mother who was clean.

I was in the residential program for three months. It was hard but after I detoxed I began to understand what I had done not only to myself, but to my children.  They never invited their friends over because they were embarrassed and now that I was clean, I understood that and didn’t blame them for feeling that way.

I am in aftercare now and I attend my meetings regularly.  I have a job making minimum wage at a fast-food restaurant but I have barely worked my entire life so that is a blessing.

My ex still has the kids.  I get them every other weekend and we are slowly re-connecting.  We decided  to tell our daughter about the past and instead of hating us, she has been really mature.  Her father assured her she would always be his baby girl.  I told her the dealer who was her biological father had died and she has no interest in finding out anything about him.  Her daddy will always be her daddy to her.

Although we are divorced and will never get back together, my ex and I have maintained a friendship through which we care for our children.  They live with him and I maintain a small one-bedroom apartment, but they come to visit and I am grateful that we all have been given a second chance at life and as a family.