Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I used to do coke everyday. I had distanced myself from my family and friends, I lost my job, and I lost custody of my son. I was very miserable and angry, I would fight a lot. I would not communicate with my family, I would hide away and get high. I now realize how stupid and inconsiderate my actions were. I am now clean, and healthy thanks to the Narconon program.

I have daily contact with my son and my family. I would recommend this program to any drug users. It will change your life. Drugs rob you of your life, and they rob you of your family and friends. This program has given me my life back. I feel great. I have a clean body and a clear mind. I will achieve my life goals. I have the life skills and the tools to be happy, healthy and successful. I have a new life.

- T.M

I’m writing this for anybody who participates in criminal offences and activities.

I was an 18 yr old girl just graduated from high school, and working at a restaurant. I then started dating a guy. Who was a meth user. My friend at the time was also a meth user. And quick enough I became one as well. It wasn’t long till I lost my job because I was staying up all the time and not sleeping or eating. Then I would start letting my boyfriend who didn’t have a license drive my car. And that resulted in it getting impounded 3 times. And costing me over $5000.

A year or so later I got into crack-cocaine and started dating a man that had a daughter older then me. We would break into cars, into peoples house and sell dope to support our habit. It didn’t matter what we had to do to get our dope, we did. I also started getting arrested for petty, but serious criminal offences. And soon after I went to jail for abit. I now had a criminal record and I was 19 years old.

I than stopped smoking crack and got back into meth and then started smoking heroin. Following that I then started escorting. Along with selling meth, coke and heroin. Bouncing around from hotel to hotel. Sketched out that the cops were constantly watching me. I was on a conditional sentence order with 15 conditions and a probation order with 9 conditions. All the cops in my town knew me. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was my drugs. I had lost everything. My family, my car, respect, dignity and poise.

After only 4 years of this hell I decided to get help. So I went to Narconon. I’v been here now for 5 1/2 months and I am almost done my program. And this was the best decision I have ever made. I feel like a new person. And have a new out look on life. I love myself and the people around me. And now no longer have drugs or anything to do with drugs or criminal activities as part of my life.

And you can make that change too.

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I had done my share of snorting coke back in the day.  I lived with a woman everyone in the house called “Ma”.  Ma always had plenty of everything; acid, coke, pot, whatever anyone needed.  I was young, stupid and looking for fun.  I felt so lucky that I never had to actually pay for any of the drugs as, well, seeing I was Ma’s ‘daughter’ and all.  I’d watch people come over on a regular basis to get their fix.  There was always plenty of laughter and fun.  Roy lived there too.  He was a sweet, southern man who had a penchant for cocaine.

Roy was one of Ma’s bodyguards.  He also fancied himself my boyfriend.  You know, that would have been fine had I not been witness to his descent from humanity due to his drug habit.  When I met Roy he did a line of coke every once in a while, but as time went on, he was doing it every day.  Not only that, but more and more every day.  In the two years I hung around there I watched his life disintegrate into nothing.  He began to get paranoid and hear things.  With a house full of people it is downright dangerous to be waving a gun around because of noises that are drug induced.  When he wasn’t on coke, Roy was so much fun.  When he was on coke he was overactive, paranoid, and dangerous.  Although I’d never seen him inject any coke, I suspected he was doing that too.   Roy started getting a little too dangerous and then the arguments began.  Ma would scream and yell at him and he would say nothing, but storm out of the house to cool off.  Eventually, Roy had the gun taken from him. There were just too many close calls for comfort.  I eventually left the house and went on with life, but Ma was arrested for dealing and Roy was reduced to living on the downtown streets trying to earn money anyway he could for his next fix.  He had definitely hit bottom.  He was sleeping in doorways of downtown businesses and had just become a shell of the man he once was.  Roy moved to Chicago, last I heard.   Maybe he thought he could score more cocaine there or maybe he decided to get help, I’m not sure.  I’ll always remember, though, watching what a short road it was to average guy to broken down shell of a man.