Percocet Abuse Stories are Important
In meeting and working with addiction recovery patients over the years I have found that one of the most important aspects of their recovery is having the opportunity to share their story, their life experience.
Percocet Abuse stories don't often have a happy ending but what ever the ending sharing them is helpful.
A former teacher of mine is a psychotherapist, who always talked to us about getting to the "essence of self" when helping people tell those all important Percocet Abuse stories. It is the essence of self that drives the person's perceptions and creates meaning in life. Your Percocet Abuse stories are important. You are not alone and maybe there is someone who will benefit from you sharing your experience. We encourage you to gather your thoughts and share them with us.
A few Percocet Abuse stories
Here are a couple of Percocet Abuse stories that describe the process of recovery. We’re hoping that you will share your stories with us as well so that others can learn from your experiences.
Many people tell us that it helps them to read others Drug addition stories because they understand what they've gone through a little better. Many times therapy sessions are simply a place where people come and share their Percocet Abuse stories.
You may find that sharing your Percocet Abuse story anonymously is the first step toward dealing with addiction.
Pills; Suburbia's Pastime
This is the story of my addiction to percocets from age 14 to 16, along with
the drinking I did as well. I started doing percocets due to medical
reasons, but what the doctor gave me never did do the trick. I thought I
was going to be in pain my whole life, so I was willing to try anything
to stop it.
Living in a small town, the teenagers would get bored easily. Pills were the multi-purpose thing. Wanted to "relax", have more energy the ever before... Well to us drugs were a life-saver, what an oxymoron.
It started as me just wanting freedom from my pain. I now know it was a path that could have killed me many a time. I kept upping the amount more and more. I went from self medicating to using them as my party drug, my escape, it was all such a thrill to me.
I decided to go big one night, trying to prove myself and friends I was invincible, I popped one pill after another, giggling away.
Then I felt sick, really sick. When I started panicking I told my friend "I think I took too many, please take me home, I need my mom." He just laughed and said "I hate babysitting." I started to panic, and that is when I blacked out.
I was in catatonic state, unable to speak, and my friend carried me like a rag doll. Still they did not take me home thinking I would just sober up, and their fear for getting arrested. I don't know how I got home, but I do know my mom just found me in the kitchen lifeless looking. She thought I was joking until she saw my eyes, almost no color was visible. She didn't know what happened, nor could I tell her.
I started waking up in an ambulance. They were asking me why I tried to kill myself. I didn't ever want to kill myself, but there I was in the hospital saying goodbyes just in case I didn't make it.
My mother crying, my father shaking his head, and my brother stared with sympathy. I recovered luckily, I stayed there for 18 hours. Once I got out of the hospital I knew my life HAD to change. I left those "friends" behind as they did to me that night.
I now live a happy, healthy life. I replaced the drugs with hobbies, I learned drugs are not hobbies. Now I get my thrills from playing music, dancing, and even fire-eating! I decided I needed thrills in my life, but something I can be proud of.
A Lucky Break
by: Ned Wicker
It is sometimes hard to comprehend the foolish things we do in life. Teenagers who start using drugs like you did, age 14-16, put themselves in serious jeopardy of developing a substance use disorder (SUD) and risk compromising their health and their future.
SUD is a brain disease, but add to that the fact that the frontal lobe of a teenager is not yet fully developed, and it is a recipe for disaster.
Kids get involved with drugs and turn away from their families, their school activities and their friends in favor of the drug crowd whose only purpose in life is to get high. Any sense of self-respect and control is abandoned.
You had a very close call. Your so-called friends didn’t think it was wrong to take the drugs, but when you got into trouble notice how quickly they decided not to call for help for fear THEY would get into trouble.
You were lucky!!
A while back the son of a coworker lay dead in our emergency room because his “friends” let him sleep it off outdoors, naked, on a cold night. That’s where the police discovered the body. You are lucky.
Your story also illustrates how quickly we can get into serious trouble when taking drugs recreationally. You probably didn’t even know what pills you were popping and you certainly had no clue what the interaction of the drugs would be.
Teenagers are convinced they will live forever and even more convinced that even though bad things happen, they happen to somebody else. Teens in general have no concept of the frailty of life and even less concept of the value of human life.
With an ever decreasing percentage of people who attend church or synagogue, there is even less understanding of the relationship between us and God.
I am so pleased you are living a healthy life and you can pursue happiness in a way that fortifies you and builds a positive future. I appreciate your sharing the story because young people need to make choices about using drugs or walking away. Bad things can happen to us, not just the other guy.
My Mother was a junkie prostitute
My mother gave birth to me at 19, she was already using heroin,
speed, weed, prescription pills, the lot. Therefore, when I was born I
immediately went into withdrawals and had an agonizing first 3 months of
My dad was a truck driver who was unlucky enough to give her a ride. He is a good man, their affair never went further than about a week but he continued to pay child support up until I was 18. I have met him twice as he lives interstate and has a wife and 2 other girls.
My grandmother (THANKFULLY) took me off my mother at 7 months old, fought her in court and won full custody of me (Mum wasn’t at the hearing, she was stoned).
However I have always had regular contact with my mother, and every memory of her up until 18 (when she finally got clean) is of her being so drugged up that she would fall asleep anywhere; driving (had at least 15 car accidents - some with me in the car), out in public, she once fell asleep in her driveway after bending down to find her keys in her handbag and I found her half an hour later.
It was disgusting, the pin-prick pupils and chatty brown rings around her mouth from constant dribbling because she was just so stoned ALL the time. I saw her inject many times, saw her overdose, witnessed so many fights and unsuccessful relationships, I have seen my mum bashed, been hit myself by one of her junkie boyfriends...it was never ending - and I didn’t even live with her!
She was a prostitute for about 15 years (started when I was about 2) which just fueled the addiction because of the environment. She has served 6 different jail terms related to theft - to support her habit.
anyway - I'm used to that. That’s the card I was dealt and I’ve had 21
years to stew on it. My main issue is how this whole situation is
manifesting itself in me.
Up until about 15 I was pretty good, then I
started smoking weed and shoplifting, I have never been in trouble with
the law. At 18 I got a boyfriend who introduced and subsequently got me
addicted to speed. We broke up about 3 months ago and I have not
touched speed, but have moved onto Meth and am taking heaps of valium,
xanax and sedatives to sleep at night.
I try to maintain my daily life I go to work 9-5 I have a respectable job but my head is constantly in crisis. I have identity problems - I don’t know who I am or how I feel or what I want. It’s a constant battle inside my head to keep doing drugs until I feel I have a problem (I honestly don’t at the moment, just recently started getting into meth) or to avoid it altogether and live a clean life.
I’m also promiscuous - I’ve had sex with strangers, friends boyfriends more than once, I am currently sleeping with one at the moment.
I’ve been prescribed anxiety/depression meds but would rather get my head fixed than rely on them because withdrawal from them is worse than speed and meth combined!
Somebody just comment, suggestions, guidance, advice, similar experiences, anything will help me get my head around my life and perhaps help me sort through my issues.
Everyone says they are so proud because I finished school, did uni, now working full time but if only they knew how hard I am fighting to NOT follow in my mother’s footsteps...
You Can Overcome
by: Ned Wicker
There are many components to substance use disorder, not the least of which is genetics. You are your mother’s daughter. Growing up, watching her ruin her life, jeopardize her health and give her self to men who don’t love her has done little to help you avoid being just like her. It’s like the cards were dealt from the bottom of the deck and you got a terrible hand.
You seem to know what’s going on, yet you seem destined to repeat all of the misery and pain. That is the nature of the disease. You know what’s going on, so why not take action and put yourself back on the path of a happy, productive life.
Instead of going to your doctor and just getting pills for depression, why not have an open and honest talk about the drug use and seek treatment?
If you do not want to be your mother, you can take proactive steps to rebuilding your life, but that means getting away from your user friends, getting away from the old haunts and it means trying to learn a new way to live your life.
Alcoholics Anonymous is an excellent organization that can help you. Many of their functions are open to drug users, but Narcotics Anonymous is specifically designed to help people just like you.
Either way, you need to establish new boundaries for yourself and work a 12 Step program, which not only helps you to manage your disease and keep from using, it will also help you reshape yourself, giving you a new lifestyle.
The best treatment for depression is a healthy self-image, which is what the 12 Step is all about.
There is no reason for you to live an unhappy life like your mom. But you need to take care of yourself, have respect for yourself and set some rules, boundaries and limitations.
Drugs and sex is a road to nowhere. Your story is moving and I sense that you are much more than the girl living on the dark side. Step out into the light, Jasmine, your future awaits.
Lord Jesus is on your side. Call to him right now, where ever you are. HE is so powerful to get you out of what you feel. Call to Him. He loves you, a true genuine love.
Trust me, Your life will change. Just call out 'Jesus I want you, I need you' ...what have you got to loose. He will never disappoint you.
Thank you for reading.