Drug Addiction Stories & Info

As odd as it may seem, my OxyContin addiction began with the words “make the pain go away”. I said them to a doctor in the emergency room when I broke my leg in two places. If only I knew then what I know now, things might be different. Well, the doctor prescribed OxyContin to ease the pain and told me that the pills were time released, so they should work for up to twelve hours.

I do remember that when taking that first OxyContin, the pain was eased dramatically. I also noticed that, well, it just made me feel good. I felt relaxed and had this overwhelming sense of well being. Yeah, my leg was broken…but when I took that Oxy, I just couldn’t care less. Well, the first problem was that since it masked the pain (and the problem); I started overworking the leg, which took it longer to heal. As inconvenient as that was, at least I got more OxyContin. I thought all of my problems were solved. Wrong. Read more…

About a year ago I lost the lady I realized, too late, that I loved.  I was an alcoholic who was also addicted to painkillers.  Sally stayed with me through some rough times but I got mean and took it out on her verbally.  One day, when I came home from work, she was gone.

I called her but she would not answer her phone.  I went to see her but her mother said she had moved to another town.  Finally, she answered one night.  She told me that she had loved me, but that she could not spend her life being put down and belittled, for having a stroke while I was the one killing myself by mixing alcohol and drugs.  She asked me not to call her cell phone again.

I ended up getting help when my brother heard what had happened.  I got clean, got sober and luckily, my job was still there when I got out of rehab.  One day I went downtown to the flea market and I thought I heard a beautiful and familiar voice.  I looked over and sure enough, it was Sally.  She was with another man.

As I walked up to them, she had a worried look in her eyes.  Still, she introduced us and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew who I was.  He was a gentleman, though, and did not say anything rude.  I asked Sally how she was doing and she said fine.  She asked how I was and I told her I was doing good and had been clean for about six months.  A look of real happiness washed over her face at that.  She hugged me and said she was glad.

Still, she was walking away with that guy and I was jealous.  I asked how her health had been with her stroke and all.  It was partly out of meanness.  That was when I got the biggest lesson of my life.  The guy she was with took her hand as she said she was doing good and had not had any problems.  Then her boyfriend said “Even if she did, I would be here for her; she’s been the best thing to ever happen to me.”

I realized then that I had hurt Sally with my attitude while on drugs and alcohol but that she had helped me as much as she could till she could not take the abuse any more.  I was clean and sober now, but I had still lost out on love where she was concerned. A girl who had a stroke due to stress had ended up richer and healthier and able to build a life full of energy and love and adventure.  As she walked off with him, I whispered, “Good for you, Sally” and let her go peacefully and with my best wishes.

I have been on cocaine for years.  I was married for sixteen and my husband got high with me, but then he cleaned up.  He wanted a divorce because I would not get clean with him.  We had two kids, a daughter 15 and a son 12.  We were both fighting for custody.  One night my daughter was injured in a car accident while out with friends.  She lost a lot of blood and we both donated to help her.  We found out that night that my husband was not her father.

That meant one thing. Our cocaine dealer from back then was her father. I tried to find him only to find out that he was dead.  He had died four years earlier from an overdose.  My ex told me he still wanted her, he wanted both of them.  Then he asked me if I really wanted to keep going the way I was until she was essentially biologically an orphan.  That was my wake up call.

I went into a residential treatment program.  My ex came to a session once with me and told me with the counselor sitting there that he did not condemn me as we had both been on cocaine.  The blessing of our daughter far exceeded how she truly got here.  Yet he got clean and he insisted that our children also deserved a mother who was clean.

I was in the residential program for three months. It was hard but after I detoxed I began to understand what I had done not only to myself, but to my children.  They never invited their friends over because they were embarrassed and now that I was clean, I understood that and didn’t blame them for feeling that way.

I am in aftercare now and I attend my meetings regularly.  I have a job making minimum wage at a fast-food restaurant but I have barely worked my entire life so that is a blessing.

My ex still has the kids.  I get them every other weekend and we are slowly re-connecting.  We decided  to tell our daughter about the past and instead of hating us, she has been really mature.  Her father assured her she would always be his baby girl.  I told her the dealer who was her biological father had died and she has no interest in finding out anything about him.  Her daddy will always be her daddy to her.

Although we are divorced and will never get back together, my ex and I have maintained a friendship through which we care for our children.  They live with him and I maintain a small one-bedroom apartment, but they come to visit and I am grateful that we all have been given a second chance at life and as a family.