Drug Addiction Stories

Word got around pretty quickly and for a while, I was making pretty good money. Then someone taught me how to shoot the Oxycontin. Wow! I thought chewing them was the ultimate high but shooting them was even better. It took more of a supply of the drug that way but as far as I was concerned, it was well worth it. Soon, all of the extra money I was making was going for drugs. I started taking even more because some of my loser customers would slap me around a little bit but the Oxycontin made everything feel better.

I needed even more customers but for some reason, I didn’t attract them like I once did. The ones I did get were, let’s just say, below average people. It became a struggle again to pay for my room and get my Oxycontin. The landlady suspected something was going on too since more of my customers were getting violent. She came up more than once and warned me I would be thrown out. Sure enough, a few nights later a customer got rough and it got loud so she came upstairs and told me I had to leave the next day. As I shot up the Oxycontin that night, I wondered what I was going to do.

The next day I threw what I could into bags and headed down to one of those women’s shelters. They started talking about religion and taking classes and getting up every morning at 6AM. “Look, all I need is a place to sleep” I told them. They informed me it wasn’t a flophouse. The only good thing was that when I had to be gone during the day I could do my drugs and make a little money. I had to be really careful about having the drug around the shelter. Too many eyes there. I got caught though and was thrown out. I was in a real mess then. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I found myself alone with no where to sleep, or eat, and I was out in the cold. I thought to myself “Oh my God! I’m homeless!” It was like someone had hit me upside the head. I’d lost all of my friends, I’d lost the life I once had, all I had was my drugs. They got me through for a while, but then even I realized I needed help. I was sleeping on the ground and sleeping with strange men that I didn’t even know so I could shoot up and forget for a while. That’s what made me go to drug addiction rehab.

It wasn’t even my prescription. A friend asked me if I’d ever tried Oxycontin. I told her no and asked her what it was. She said it was a pain pill and gave an incredible high. I really didn’t hesitate to try it. After all, it was only going to be once, what was the big deal? She told me to chew it and not swallow it whole. Within just a couple of minutes I felt better than I had ever felt in my life. So warm, tingly, high and content. I felt so relaxed and yet so aware. Soon after that high hit, I knew I was going to want more of this stuff.

That’s how it started. I began slowly; only taking one or two pills a day. Then I had to up the dosage because I just wasn’t feeling the same great high I did the first few times. Then I went from once a day, to twice a day, to so many times I lost count. Once I had gotten past 3 pills a day, my friend started charging me for them. After all, I guess she had to buy them too. At first, I thought I could control it. When I started wanting to increase the number of pills, I started to wonder how I was going to pay for them. That wasn’t easy since I was getting really sick of my job. I’d rather be high and enjoying it than working anyway.

Somewhere along the line I did lose my job because I was missing so much work. It really bothered me but all I had to do was take a hit of Oxy and everything would be fine. Money started to become a real issue, though. I couldn’t pay the bills and I wasn’t working and most importantly, I needed my Oxycontin. That’s when I first decided to start having male “friends” over. They were decent enough guys, so it was really no big deal. The thing is, that made me enough for my fix but not enough for everything else. Hey, when you can have a fantastic high, who needs anything else? I moved out of that house and just got one of those little sleeping rooms. Next thing I had to do was get the word out about my “services”. I wasn’t really a hooker. I mean, I wasn’t walking the streets or anything.

Oxycontin has caused far more pain in my life than it ever alleviated. I started out with a back injury and it really was quite painful. I couldn’t comfortably sit, stand or lie down. I’d had an injury like this before and the doctors had given me something else. This time, they gave me Oxycontin. They told me it was a narcotic, but I had taken Codeine before and never had a problem, so I wasn’t expecting one with this prescription. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

When I began taking the Oxycontin, it worked wonderfully. It eased the pain and it lasted a fairly long time. It just felt so good being pain free. It felt good to be able to sleep and sit without being in pain. The first week was great. Then the pain started to subside but I went back to the doctor for a refill on the Oxycontin. I got it too. With that bottle, I began to notice the “high” that can go along with Oxycontin. Since the pain wasn’t as bad, I got the double pleasure of being pain free and high all at the same time. It felt good. It felt so good that I went back for another refill even though my back pain was only a dull ache by then.

It still felt good, but it seemed to take so long to get any of the high from it. I read the bottle which specifically stated “do not chew or crush”. “Hmm, I thought; why not?” I took two pills and proceeded to chew them. Wow! There was no waiting for the high that time! That became my regular practice. Needless to say the addiction grew and I began having to visit other doctors for the prescriptions. I began to stay away from family and friends because they kept insisting I had “a problem”. I didn’t have any problem! I was doing great! This intense high that I got from the Oxycontin was incredible and I soon decided that having only one bottle on hand wasn’t enough. I had to have at least 2 bottles at all times. It was then that I decided to tempt fate and try chewing the Oxycontin and taking it with alcohol. Sure enough, the high was more than I expected. I was falling deeper and deeper into a pit of pain that would be far worse than anything I could have imagined.