Drug Addiction Stories & Info

People from every walk of life have become drug addicts. The people that know and love them see a complete change in behavior, and even morals. In fact, in some cases, those who have become addicts completely lose their sense of right and wrong. They become strangers to the people closest to them. This is the story of one of them.

Sandy had dreamed of being a Mother since she was a little child. She had to wait a long time for that dream to come true. Infertility issues prevented her from having a child until she was 29 years old. A baby wasn’t the only thing that would come into her life, however. The last thing she would have anticipated is becoming a drug addict.

She began to get headaches that prompted her to see a doctor. He gave her some Oxycontin for the pain. That first pill, that first wonderful pill would lead to her destruction. She felt euphoric and oddly at ease. Dealing with the baby was much easier at first. In fact, it helped her so much that she went back to refills to help her headaches (and her anxiety). The beginning of drug addiction was at hand. When the doctor refused a second refill, the darker side emerged.

Realizing that buying the drug illegally would be her only option, she began spending every penny she had on her addiction. At first it was the utility money, then the rent money, then the baby’s formula money. Since her preoccupation was obtaining drugs, her care of the baby faltered. Soon she was leaving him alone in order to go out and find her fix. This beautiful baby that she had dreamt of had become more of a nuisance. Feeding her drug addiction was more important.

When she ran out of her own money, she began to steal from family and friends. It didn’t take them long to realize she was a drug addict. They also realized that she was coming over alone many times, without the baby. When she did have the baby, she would leave him there, sometimes for as long as a few days. This went on for months until Family Services were called. Her drug addiction lead to her having Michael taken away from her. The baby she had wanted so badly and waited so long for was taken out of her home. All because of drug addiction, her dreams were shattered again. The loving Mother had become an addict, so instead of fighting to have a child, she was forced to fight to regain her child. It would be the fight of her life.

I am a mother who has three teenage children.

6 years ago I became addicted to narcotics prescribed to me for a back injury. I began abusing these drugs.  My drug use escalated quickly, and my parenting skills deteriorated just as rapidly. I am hoping that by explaining my story that I may be able to help you avoid some of the heartache that I have experienced.

Although I swore to myself that I would never forsake my children for the drugs, I soon found myself doing just that. I stopped being the attentive, involved, loving, caring, responsible, content mother that I had been for many years. I was able to hide the drug use for awhile, saying I was just tired, etc, but just never feeling 100% “there” for the kids. Then it proressed to that I started sleeping late in the mornings, neglecting to get them up for school or to make their lunches.  I was once actively involved in heading up every organization or team that they joined, and I quit doing all that because I was exhausting my body with the drug use.  I had no energy to involve myself with their lives, and soon found myself losing touch with what they were interested in or what their lives outside were like. I became very selfish, irritable and emotional. I stopped trying to even appear interested in them or what they had to say. I made errors, lost things, forgot to cook dinners, left them home unattended for extended periods of time, or spent excessive periods of time sleeping off the effects of the drugs while they were home, leaving them there to amuse themselves.  Eventually they would start looking after themselves as they couldn’t count on me. All these drugs did was make me tired and zombie-like, wanting to sleep. Not the picture of the mother I once was at all.

The end result has my life looking and feeling like a war-zone.  My children were taken out of my custody by my ex-husband who by this time had filed for divorce.  My eldest, a son, and I had so many heated and violent arguments and battles during the time of my drug abuse that he has completely cut me out of his life.  I don’t blame him one bit.   I have not spoken to him in 2 and a half years.  Thankfully I still have my two younger children who are still present in my life, but of course treat me as I deserve: without trust and at arms length to some degree.
I have been in rehab now for 6 months and am working towards building these relationships back up.  It has been the most difficult thing I have ever done and I have no idea how it will all turn out but I have hope and help from great people.

My children used to be the center of my world. Drugs took their place.  Not anymore.  I AM BACK and stronger than ever!!

I am hoping that by reading this you might see somewhere in there a little bit of anything that might resemble your life,  and then see what could happen, once the drug use gets out of control.  And believe me, it does get out of control. I managed to be the ‘weekend warrior’ drug user for a while,  always thinking I could control it, but it doesn’t take long until drugs are running your life.

L.V.

My mom was always proud when people told her how lucky she was to have the perfect son.  I wasn’t perfect but she was a single mom and she needed a lot of help. I was the oldest of three and she worked two jobs so I had to take care of my younger brother and sister a lot.

The neighborhood we moved to following my parents’ divorce wasn’t the greatest but it was what she could afford.  I quickly became friends with some guys who introduced me one night to cocaine.  Before too long, I was sneaking out my bedroom window and barely making it back in before sunrise.  My mom never had a clue.

Or so I thought.

One night I climbed through the window just as my bedroom light came on.  My mom  was sitting on my bed.  “David, you want to tell me what is going on?” she asked.  I started to make excuses but my mom and I had always been pretty close.  I hung my head in shame and finally confessed.  She told me she had already suspected.  She hugged me and told me we would get through it together.

The next morning my mom talked to me and my brother and sister.  She told us we were a family and when one of us needed help we were a team.  She said I had helped her a lot and now it was her turn, their turn, to help me.  Then she went to answer the door.  It was a man from a nearby drug rehab center.  He came in and talked to my family and told me that I was only sixteen and needed to get help before it was too late.

I was in the program for three months.  My family also sought help to better understand what I and they as my family, were all going through.  That was two years ago.  To this day I have been clean.  The other day I changed a lady’s tire for her while at the grocery store with my mom.  The lady looked at my mom and told her how lucky she was to have the perfect son.  My mind went immediately to my time on cocaine but my mom hugged me and said to the lady “You’re right.  He is the perfect son because he is perfect for me.”  You know what?  I have the perfect mom.