Drug Addiction Stories & Info

When you are sixteen, you think fairy tales come true. You fall in love and you think he is the one meant for you. It is hard to comprehend that he would lie to you. When he gets drunk and asks you to drive his corvette, you get excited. He is 27 and he thinks you are the greatest thing in the world or so he says. 

Your family feels differently. Your mother is doing everything she can to raise you and your brother singlehandedly and tells him to stay \away from you. But you sneak out at night to see him. When he is drunk, he calls you up and you are right there. You bail on your own prom because he wants to see you. He insists that you drink with him when the two of you are alone even though you do not like it very well.

It is not until you are stopped one night because you forgot to turn on your signal light that you realize he is just using you as his chauffeur while he is drinking. It is not until you end up pregnant and he seems shocked that you realize he was never into you for who you really were. It was always just about the drinking.

Years later, as you raise that child by yourself and see to it that he has everything possible so that he does not feel like he is missing out by having an absent father, you run into the guy you were so into at sixteen and seventeen. You are 35 and you are at a restaurant with your fiance, your son and his friends for his high school graduation. He has aged and is with a woman as wide as she is tall. He is still drinking and although the math tells you he is only 46, he could so easily pass for close to 60.

He recognizes you. He sees in the gorgeous young man on one side of you the man he used to be. He stares at you all through the meal. He gets almost belligerently drunk while you and your loved ones are enjoying a special occasion. Then the entire restaurant goes quiet as your fiance stands. He has a set of keys that he hands to your son and tells him that they belong to a very nice mustang out in the parking lot. Your son stands up and hugs him and says “I know your wedding is not until next week but can I go ahead and call you Dad now?” Your fiance is pleased as he has been in both of your lives for over three years.

As you do a family hug with your son and your fiance, you look over at the man who used you when you were a teenager. He is beet red and demanding another drink as his wife looks on mortified. He stares at you and has a question in his eyes. You shake your head no. There is no reason to talk to him. You already have everything in life you could possibly desire and a drunk from the past is not on the list.

It’s your graduation day, too, as you shut the door on the past. As he sees the gift he missed out on in the young man that looks like what he used to be, you know that the future looks bright for you, your fiance and especially your child.

Having had 3 older children, I knew how rough the teen years could be. My youngest son actually started out in adolescence on a pretty good note. I began to think he wouldn’t give me the trouble my others did. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He started to get more and more irritable but he also started acting more bizarre. At one point, when he was 15, he asked me to buy him alcohol. “No, I won’t buy you alcohol! What is wrong with you? You’re not even old enough to drink!” He told me “never mind, it’s no big deal anyway”. If nothing else, that gave me the heads-up that he was drinking, or at least thinking of drinking.

Sure enough, that weekend he came home drunk. He hadn’t expected me to be up waiting for him, but I was. I knew better than to try to argue with someone who was drunk but the next day, I confronted him. I told him I would not have drinking OR drunks in my home and that if he couldn’t quit on his own, we’d get him help. He started ranting and raving about how I was making a big deal out of nothing and he didn’t have any problem. Then he left the house.

I went down to his room and what do I find? A bottle of Vodka under his bed. I didn’t know if I should cry or scream. My little boy was obviously an alcoholic. Not knowing where to turn, I called our family doctor. My son was still a minor, after all, and I could have him admitted to the hospital. The doctor suggested that a holistic rehab may be a better idea but to make sure my son knew that it was that, or the hospital.

I found a good rehab that didn’t use drugs and it was an inpatient center. I had my brother come over for the big confrontation with my son. “Son, you may not believe it right now, but I love you and I want what is best for you”. I had his attention. I had his very suspicious attention. I told him I knew about his stash and that he was an alcoholic. I didn’t let him interrupt. “You can go to the hospital and be strapped to a bed or you can go to rehab and get all of the help you need”. He got up to leave and my brother stopped him. “She’s not playing, sport”, he said. “Make your choice”. After about an hour of ranting, raving and trying to leave, he chose rehab. We had him there in 30 minutes. I honestly believe that had I not taken the steps I did, my son may not be here today.

Brook Smith was a 16 year old girl that had everything going her way. She was being home schooled so she could complete her dream of being a top competitor in the world of rodeo. She had many friends and fans as well as people sponsoring her to travel all the miles. Her parents supported her. She was even asked to ride some of the top horses in the world in barrel racing. A picture perfect family you could say.

Things slowly started to go down hill when her parents started having problems and the word divorce started to float in the air. She was depressed and not getting to go as many places and she wanted a way out. About a month later she was at a friend’s house and telling her what all was going on. Her friend asked if she wanted a way out, a feel good. Brook thought for a moment about how she knew it’d hurt not only her but so many people and that it was wrong. But the little voice inside her said, “Just one time you won’t get hooked. Just to make you feel better.” So she took the Meth from her friend and smoked it.  Her friend was right.  She did feel better; as her family’s situation got worse she smoked more.

Brook’s father moved out and she knew it was final. They lost the ranch and almost all the horses and her dreams went down the drain.  The two seventeen year old girls began selling meth for their supplier in order to pay the increasing costs of their growing habit. It was the same routine day after day sell and use; use and sell; and always watching your back. The girls lasted for nearly two years; and may have lasted longer, but Brook stole a horse from an old friend . When the police found her, she had just picked up more meth to sell from the dealer.  Brook was alone when she was arrested, and she would not point any of the criminal acts toward her friend. After six months in jail, Brook was sent to an inpatient rehab for 45 days; then she was ordered to go to drug court, including all the meetings associated with it for another year.  When Brook completed rehab, she moved into a half-way house where she was going through drug court and holding a job as well. Rehab, drug court, and the narcotics meetings taught Brook how to live and enjoy life without drugs.

Now Brook is twenty five.  She and her husband own their own business and have two children.   She has been drug-free for nearly five years and couldn’t be happier. She said “I forgot how happy you could be without the affects of drugs; life can be better than Meth’s high; without the crash!

What happened to Brooks friend while Brook was attending drug court?  A highway patrol officer attempted to stop her for running a red light.  She tried to outrun the patrolman, her car flipped four times before it stopped.  Brooks friend was dead.