Drug Abuse Stories
Drug Abuse Stories are Interesting and Informative
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.
Drug 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 Drug Abuse stories. It is the essence of self that drives the person’s perceptions and creates meaning in life. Your Drug 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 Drug Abuse stories
Here are a couple of Drug 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 Drug Abuse stories.
You may find that sharing your Drug Abuse story anonymously is the first step toward dealing with addiction.
It’s been 2 years!
(South East England)
It’s been something like two years. I don’t know exactly, I
don’t like to count. It’s never as long as you think it’s been when you
work it out and I always find that hard!
My name is Jay, I’m
28 now and I come from a fairly well off loving home, I always felt a
little shy inside and didn’t mix well. I tried the odd little bit of
speed when i used to go out but never thought I’d end up like i did.
Basically in brief through a friend I tried coke. And as time went on I
used more and more, on some cases as much as 18 grams in a night.
used when I met my girlfriend, i used when she became my fiance, and
still when she became my wife. She of course knew and occasionally used
socially, but she stopped, and told me to. That’s when I was at my
worst, now I had to lie, and when I lied i used more and more. Any
excuse, any time….. work, home, alone with friends.
Coke took over
My life started to become coke related. I was forever thinking about it, buying it, taking it, lying about it, hiding it.
way time went on, I’d been married about 2 years or so and my wife
left. Funny enough not anything to do with drugs, she claimed she never
knew, but more like never cared.
She had an affair, I fell
apart, I tried to commit suicide but in honesty pretty much bottled it.
Tried an overdose but it’s not easy when your body has such a high
tolerance! Tried crashing the car but got too scared. So I did what I
felt I needed to.
I TOLD, every one, my parents, sisters, ex’s
family. Just every one that mattered and would listen. For me that was
probably the hardest part. I had to sit and watch the look in the eyes
of the parents I love so much as I muttered those dirty words. “mum,
dad. I have a problem. I am a cocaine addict.”
I cry even
just writing them. Then I made my promise, to me more than any one
else. That was going to be it, no more drugs, none of the people, none
of the places.
And that was exactly what I did. I DID IT. Just
me. I walked away. I walked from the pubs I drank in, The town I’d hang
around in, and probably hardest ALL of my friends that where involved.
Couldn’t fix him!
my very best mate, also called Jay, I know he’s had a child now and
hope he’s clean and doing well, but I couldn’t fix him too. I needed
all of my energy for me. I had no direct help. No rehab or alike. I
just stopped, I hurt and I struggled. I called my sis at 1 am just to
talk to try and stop my brain realising how much it wanted to escape.
took a lot of sitting and looking at my self to realise that i didn’t
like me and i had many issues, but slowly day by day i beat them, and
although i wouldn’t say i love my self i am def starting to like me a
I moved on, I’ve met someone. I have a step daughter
now, she’s 8. She can be a pain but i guess we all where at 8. I love
her to bits and i love her mum in a way i never thought I’d love any
one. And if you’re reading this then you’ll be only the third person to
find out, she’s pregnant! I am so happy.
Look I still have
the odd down day, even now. I just crash and I find it a little hard to
cope. My mrs sorta understands but no one will ever get it 100 per
cent unless they’ve been there.
All I want to say to you is
that if you’re reading this then you’re on you’re way there, i promise.
We don’t all take the same route and only you can decide which route is
right for you. But you can do it. No matter how dark it gets there
will always be a light. No matter how hard it gets there will always be
some one to reach out and take your hand.
Many of us have
walked through the valley of the shadow of death before, and now we are
like family. You don’t know me, you haven’t met me but be assured my I’m here. When people don’t listen it is time to shout, and when they
don’t run to help you run to them and ask for their help.
You will do it, hold your head high and be strong. Because when you make it, it will all be worth while.
Take care x
by: Ned Wicker
Thank you for sharing your story. There are
so many people whose lives have been torn apart and they don’t think
there is any hope for them. But here you are.
You were driven
to get clean and sober. You were determined to reclaim your life, even
though that meant having to face your worst fears, like telling your
parents, but you did it.
Once we have faced ourselves and taken a long, hard look inside, the trials of life don’t seem so overpowering.
Registered Nurse Addicted to Prescription Drugs!
My mom has a long line of addictive personalities in her family.
She is the youngest of six siblings and grew up in a household where
drugs were embraced rather than avoided.
When I was eight years
old she began her education as a Nurse, and I noticed for the first time
her intense level of anxiety and the ways that she went about making
herself feel better. Somewhat fortunately, at that point she had only
developed a fairly severe stress eating pattern. She also was introduced
to anxiety medication that kept her going through nursing school.
When she became a Registered Nurse, the stress elevated rather than leveling out.
there are any RN’s reading this, then they absolutely know that nursing
is a difficult and trying career. I began noticing her complain about
almost everything, mostly involving different pains she was having in
her feet and back, supposedly brought on by the physical nature of her
job. At one point a doctor acknowledged a problem with her feet, and she
began drug seeking for different painkillers.
Since then, I have gone off to college out of town and I have discovered every time I go home a severe change in her attitude.
three or four surgeries in the span of a couple years, she is now
crushing her drugs for better ingestion and sometimes pours them in
She takes muscle relaxants, my brothers ADHD medicine,
sleeping pills, and a huge variety of painkillers. She goes to many
different doctors asking for prescriptions for various things and always
comes back confused as to why the doctors say she is drug seeking.
she was in the hospital for her various surgeries she continuously
asked for more painkillers and didn’t want to leave the hospital when
she was told to go home, she explained to them that she knew she wasn’t
yet healed enough to leave.
Easy to get prescription drugs
Since she is a nurse, it is easy
for her to get prescriptions from doctors she knows, and not many
people question her because she is good at her job and if you don’t
agree with her she will come at you with a nasty, confrontational
It is a bit terrifying that she has gotten so
aggressive and defensive about her drugs and alcohol, and I’m not
entirely sure how to approach her without being cut-off from the family.
All I can do is hope for a better future.
Playing With Fire
by: Ned Wicker
Your mother disease path seems to be worsening by the day, so it must be very difficult for you to watch this unfold.
would recommend a call to Al-Anon for starters, mainly because you need
to be equipped to render the best possible help for your mother. They
will understand and their organization is made for people just like you.
Getting her into treatment, which is what she needs instead of
another surgery, is going to be tough if all the family members are
You need somebody with you, as going it alone will
not be fruitful. But if you can get some family members pulling in the
same direction, you may have leverage to get her some help.
doesn’t want treatment and she gets angry at the mere mention of her
drug use. This is typical. Try to get the family in with you and see if
they understand your mom’s problem. Your mother has been lucky.
far there have been no consequences for her drug abuse. However, it
could get very ugly in a hurry, so make the call and try to organize