Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I was always a rebel child ever since I could remember, I think being rebellious came naturally to me. Defying my parents and going against what they wanted me to do seemed to be my sole mission. I always thought the generation gap was much wider, and with every passing phase it only got worse.

As I turned 16 my life turned a new leaf, I started skipping school. I’d even sneak out the of house in the dead of night and sleep among the homeless. I nurtured this deep feeling that no one ever understood or loved me. Skipping school and leaving home, gave me a complete sense of freedom.

The look I sported was trashy, unkempt hair, ill fitting and dirty clothes, the punk style with the ‘I don’t care attitude’ was my favorite. With loud colors that scream ‘look at me’ and garish makeup I felt really safe hiding beneath all of it.

Since I would hang around the streets at odd hours, it really wasn’t difficult for me to get drugs; I would often be asked by small time peddlers if I needed any. I used to refuse, but ended up buying some with my pocket money and the money I had gathered from working at the deli. One possible reason could be that because of my angst, I had no friends and was looking for some.  There were some I knew from school who were already into it, and bought from the same peddlers.

I was doing chemicals like LSD, and I quite liked it, it took me to another world that I could associate with easily. I slowly became more adventurous and hooked on to anything I could afford and lay my hands on. I wanted to graduate even further, and was looking for something that would satisfy me, that’s when I noticed heroine. In the mean time, I was kicked out of my home, since I stole some money from my parents, used their credit cards to take care of my needs. Lost about 10 pounds, and was doing the rounds of shelters where I could spend my nights in. I soon discovered heroine and the feeling was indescribable. I now needed to shoot drugs into my blood stream, and was totally hooked on heroine for a year.

My parents had to look for me, and found me out on the streets one day; I think what they seen came to them as a shock. I was taken home and cleaned up, the confrontation was long. I didn’t agree instantly. It took me several months to pick up the phone and call the drug addiction rehab. Since then I have been clean.

I have been a drug addict for nearly five years.  I got hooked in high school at a party.   People say that is one of the easiest ways to get addicted.  I just wish it was as easy to quit, but it isn’t.  Other kids started avoiding my friends and me.  Some of my friends finally wised up and got clean and they even avoided us.  Not out of snobbery, but so they would not be tempted.

As time went by, I saw friends graduate and move on to college.  All I was doing was working as often as I could at the local fast food restaurant so I had money to get high.  Eventually, my boss caught on to what was going on with me.  After several repeated warnings, I was fired.

I know I am a drug addict and I need to quit.  Life seems to pass me by.  Do I just keep losing myself for a few hours?  It doesn’t do any good.  Whenever I come down, I still have the same problems: no job, no goals, just a monumental need to get high again.  The desperation of an addict is even worse when he they no money to pay for drugs.  This affected my relationships with family and my closest friends.

A friend’s mom gave me a phone number for a rehab place.  She told me there was something special inside of me that needed to be found.  She told me I needed to give this something special a chance.  She said it would be hard, probably the hardest thing I will ever do, but nothing worth having in life comes easy.

I know what I have to do.  I stared at the phone number my friend’s mom gave me for hours that night.  I could not sleep.  I could not think.  The need for drugs burned within me.  I could not remember the last time I got excited over anything that was not drug related.  My life was passing by and all I lived for was drugs.

The next morning I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the sheet of paper.  When it was answered, I told the truth: “I know I am a drug addict and I need to quit.”  Saying the words out loud was the first step of my addiction recovery.

I was just like any normal teenager with a life that was normal, filled with activities, sports and was a brilliant student at academics as well. Probably a sort of kid every parent would want to have, not until I fell into the wrong group, made just one wrong decision that turned my whole life and youth around. Little did I even know that it would grab my entire life in its claws and squeeze every bit off me as well as those close to me.

Like other addicts, my childhood was not filled with turmoil. I had the best of parents, good education and many good friends. When I ended up in college, I wanted to be even cooler and much more popular than I was. I ended up making a few wrong friends who were already into cocaine and smoked marijuana. Something I knew about, but hanging around them gave me some sort of aristocratic feeling. Until one evening at a friend’s gala birthday party, I was smoothly forced into taking just a drag. Then I didn’t think I would end up being an addict, what went through my mind then was that I would definitely have the will power to over come it.

Although being envied for showing the best will power, I acted against it. I ended up asking for a bit on occasions. Very soon these occasions were frequent and the frequency only increased, and so did the cravings. I soon used up all my saved money that I had collected from working part time. I couldn’t even afford it anymore! The least thing on my mind was loosing any of my friends or my job. And to my utter surprise that’s just what happened. Not that I cared much about it, since all that was on my mind was where I would get the best cocaine.

Now I have just a few friends that I can count on just one hand, don’t go out much too often. Dislike meeting people and think I am really cool. I have no explanation to this addiction and how I can get rid of it. Some part of me wants to quit strongly, but it seems so impossible. The day I plan to do so, the cravings get even more intense, and I end up doing cocaine even more. I am like a zombie now, with not many interests that attract my attention. When I am high on cocaine, I am on a roll and in seventh heaven.

I need to get out of this drug addiction really quick; I do know subconsciously of the consequences and might even probably suffer from them. I am at a desperate stage now, and would like someone to help me get rid of this addiction.