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Even though I had taken 2 Oxycontin pills when I left the pharmacy, I took 2 more when I got home. It felt so good, and so right. I began to act like Oxy was going to disappear from the earth. I started taking 4 pills at a time, thinking I wouldn’t be able to get more when the prescription had run out. Then, I figured out they lasted longer if I chewed them instead of swallowing them. Well, they did for a while anyway.

My boyfriend, Jake and I started arguing a lot more because he didn’t like me taking the Oxycontin. The more we argued, the more Oxy I took. The more Oxy I took, the more we argued. It became a vicious cycle. One day, after I got home from yet another doctor and getting more OxyContin, my boyfriend took the pill bottle. I was so mad, and tried to take the bottle away from him, but he wouldn’t let go. I kicked him in the leg and told him to give me my damn medicine. “Medicine”, he scoffed. “Your drug of choice is more like it.” Well, I got rid of him. I threw him out.

There was a guy that I would always see at the drug store when I went to get my prescriptions, and he liked OxyContin too. We started seeing each other. He knew other ways of getting Oxy, but knew a lot of doctors that would hand them out easily too. It’s funny that I had gotten so into Oxy after I really thought I had it under control. Mark (my new boyfriend) showed me how to snort the crushed pills too.

I saw Jake, my former boyfriend one day while shopping. He hugged me, but then shook his head. Behind me was a mirror, and he turned me around to face the mirror. “Who ARE you?” he said softly. I was shocked at what I saw. Was this me? I had dark circles under my eyes, my complexion was terrible…I looked ragged. I forced a slight chuckle and made an excuse to get out of there.

At home, I told Mark what happened. He laughed, handed me a couple of Oxy and said, “Here, this will help.” It did, of course, for a while. I just couldn’t get that image I saw in the mirror out of my head. I called Jake that night and asked him to help me. That is how I ended up here, in rehab and recalling my story. Yep, I thought I had it under control.

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To all young girls out there who are curious about their sexuality.

It’s O.K. It’s normal to feel curious but it’s important not to act on these feelings. I am a woman in re-hab that is learning about the effects of what I did when I was younger. It started out innocent kissing, touching other girls and boys, but eventually grew into something much worse. I ended up in multiple bad relationships and many compromising situations. Which also lead to alcohol and drug addiction.

So if you are curious it’s important to ask questions, but refrain from acting on these emotions, because it can end up being potentially dangerous to your future!!

Nicole C.

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.