Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I remember our wedding day like it was yesterday. We had hopes and dreams and were madly in love. The wedding was small, but the reception was huge. If nothing else, I can look back on that day with fond memories. It’s a good thing because shortly after that, our lives and our goal headed down hill.

For me, the drug use started when I had our first and only child. I had to have a C Section, there were some problems and the baby didn’t make it. They gave me Oxycontin for pain. After a couple of weeks, I figured out that the drug did just as much for easing my mental pain as it did my physical pain. When I woke up, the first thing I did was grab some Oxycontin. It would only be a couple of hours later and I would be taking more. Eventually, the number of pills I took began to increase. When my own doctor stopped supplying them, I went to another doctor and complained of pain in my back. It worked, I got more drugs.

My husband got so depressed that he started drinking. At first, he just had one after work but then he started to drink more. What a pair we were! To be honest, at times it was hilarious, but most of the time we would end up arguing. Home just wasn’t a happy place to be. My husband wanted us to have another baby and that just brought back all of the memories. I increased the number of pills yet again. The more drugs I did, it seemed the more alcohol my husband drank.

One night my Mother-in-law brought him home. He was hammered. She said she found him at the baby’s gravesite. Funny, he always seemed to be upset about me, but not the baby. She came back the next night, sat us down and reminded us of that happy couple on our wedding day. She asked if the drinking and the drugs had made us any happier. We both started crying. She told us she had lost a grand child and wasn’t about to lose a son and a daughter in law. Using our phone, she started calling rehabilitation centers. My husband and I both started rehab the next day. That was a year ago and although I did relapse once, I went right back into rehab. Now? We’re finally talking about having another child.

Along with the pot, the acid, the cocaine and the alcohol, Roy decided he’d try his luck with downers to help him sleep. “Ludes” were his downer of choice, if I recall. The supply of drugs was never ending so it wasn’t like Roy ever had to come down from a high. If he did, everyone knew about it. Sometimes he would be sent on an errand that would take several hours. When he came back, you could see by the look on his face that he was not to be messed with. He would immediately go into Ma’s room and get his fill of drugs.

Along with the pot, the acid, the cocaine and the alcohol, Roy decided he’d try his luck with downers to help him sleep.

It was just one huge party. One long, never ending party. It was taking its toll on Roy, however. He was getting so thin and he just didn’t look healthy. He didn’t look like Roy. He began to experience pain in his abdomen and I later found out he was losing blood. It’s funny how no one really said anything to him about it. People cared, but never really said anything.

It was about that time I left Ma’s house. I would come back on occasion. Sometimes to party, other times just to visit. It was then that I noticed just how awful Roy looked. I barely recognized him. I would sit with him and tell him he really needed to get help. Not only was his mind deteriorating but his body was suffering as well. Even though I was probably the one person Roy would listen to, he still resisted. After all, he was still living there and still living a 24/7 party.

The Roy began passing out. No one knew if it was from the drugs or from loss of blood but it became more and more frequent. Well fate stepped in one day when Roy passed out and wouldn’t come to. An ambulance was called and now Roy didn’t really have a choice but to listen. He was in bad shape. When I went to see him, they were talking contacting his family to come up there. It was turning out not to be such a great party after all for Roy. I stayed with him until his family came and then I only went up once a day to check on him.

I was never sure what to say.

“Hi, I used to party all of the time with your son, who now lies dying.”

No, that wouldn’t do…