Popping Pills and other drug addiction stories
“Kris” was participating in a long-term residential rehab program, and was three months into a six-month scheduled stay. She had sustained an injury to her right knee, which required a surgical intervention. The surgery, which was supposed to fix the problem, only made her life worse, as her mobility and the accompanying pain made routine movement a painful experience. She needed more and more of the prescription pain medication in order to manage her pain, and soon her life began to spiral out of control.
Soon, Kris was visiting several doctors to get pain medication prescriptions. While insurance would normally pay for a reasonable amount of the needed medicine, Kris had to come up with cleaver schemes to pay for hers.
She began to steal things from her own house, and even slid to the point where she robbed her own children.
She had been to some treatment for her knee, but the drug addiction had crept up behind her. She didn’t see it coming.
Although she knew what she was doing was wrong, it didn’t matter, because she would rationalize everything. Soon there was no reason to any of her actions, other than she needed the drugs to feel normal. Her marriage was beginning to suffer, but even that didn’t stop her. These are common occurrences in addiction, nothing matters but the drug.
Kris said there was some attempt to curb her need for the prescription meds, but the treatment was ineffective no long-term management skills were learned. By the time she left town to check into long-term rehab, the husband was filing for divorce and telling their two children that “mommy didn’t love us anymore.” What might have made matters worse is the fact that the husband was a law enforcement officer, and certainly having a drug addict for a wife would not do his career any good. Still he tried to be supportive, but by this time the fabric of their marriage had been ripped apart.
While working the 12 Step program, Kris rediscovered her spiritual side and began an intense study of her faith. She had been raised a Lutheran, but other than attending church at Christmas and Easter, there was no commitment by either Kris or her husband. She attended a Tuesday night Bible study at the treatment facility. The sessions were open forum and presided over by a local non0denominational pastor. The pastor had no set agenda, but tried to get to know each person and find out what was going on in their life.
It was in those studies that Kris began to see herself in the real light of day, and saw the destruction of her marriage and family relationships. She began to understand the power of other stories she heard about.
The 12 Step process calls for the addict to turn their will over to God, as they understand Him. During the next month an amazing transformation took place in Kris’s life, as Kris was no longer a victim of drug addiction, but took responsibility for her actions and started to really work the program with a new seriousness and energy. She began to bring others to the Bible studies and organized a weekly communion service for the residents.
Her knee pain persisted and one day the treatment staff decided to take her over to a local physician for examination. After his exam he quickly said he could help her and wrote a prescription.
“Oh no,” she said. “I’m an addict and I can’t have prescription pain medication. Is there something else you can offer me?”
The honesty must have thrown him off course. He paused for a few moments then what came out of his mouth astonished her.
“I have a 16 year-old son who has been smoking marijuana. I fear that he will try something else. Do you think you could talk to him for me?”
At that moment, a role reversal took place, as a helpless addict who wanted relief from pain, was suddenly an expert on drug addiction and someone who could help this doctor with his son. You can’t script this. Kris agreed to talk to the boy.
The next few weeks saw more positive change. Kris was more herself, more confident and managing her daily affairs well. The encounter with the doctor had put everything into perspective for her, as she realized that her experiences, no matter how destructive and painful, could be used to help somebody else. That doctor put his son’s life in her hands.
About a month after the doctor visit, Kris was released and went into another treatment facility closer to her home. When she left she had no idea what would happen to her marriage, if she would be allowed to see her kids, or if there was any shred of a normal life waiting for her, but through her experiences, she discovered herself. Addiction is never over but Kris’s experience should be a lesson learned for others.
Summary of Residential Rehab:
Residential Rehab can be useful to cut the addict off for using. This allows them to detox and begin to gain there self-esteem back.
Residential Rehab has many levels and can include a "sober-Living" facility, which is like a halfway house that enforces a drug-free lifestyle.
Residential Rehab can be expensive so do enough research before choose the correct one to avoid getting ripped off.
Residential Rehab many addicts will relapse after treatment but don't give up, relapse is part of the disease and can also be part of the recovery process.
I AM addicted to crack and heroin
It all began when i was 15, & like most teens I thought it was cool
to do drugs. My first real boyfriend's mom snorted cocaine, even with
her son, and that's where I first tried it.
I loved the rush, the feeling of increased energy.
It only got worse from there, at age 17 things ended with my boyfriend and i moved in with another guy and his parents. We got drunk every night. I found out his parents were huge crack heads. I started buying cocaine from them and not too long after, i was learning how to cook coke into crack.
The rush of euphoria and the feelings of greatness when I took a hit were so powerful, i never wanted to stop. I was 17!! smoking crack at 17! Pretty soon i turned 18, and things really got bad.
I received a settlement of $6,000, buying bags of coke every night. Not long after that I met a way older guy, 38 years old, who smoked and sold crack. We hit it off, and i would hang out with him because i knew he would always give me crack and get me high.
I quit my job, moved out of my house and in with him. Not long after that i started shooting heroin to come down from the nasty side effects crack left. I loved it.
I sold my nice stereo for the ten minute crack high, cells phones, even a ps3! Endless fights between me and my boyfriend over his smoking, who gets what hit and just stupid nonsense.
It's really taken over my life. To this day i stay from motel to motel with a 38 year old man thinking about how I'm gonna get high.
I hate it, i hate every second of it.
But when i wanna quit, i keep going. I've almost had strokes from smoking so much. When he gets going, he doesn't quit. I smoke at least 2 eight balls a day. Then when there's no money or nothing left to sell, i hate myself for all the stupid stuff i go through to get high.
And here i am away from my boyfriend who's not answering his phone because he's too high to answer. These drugs have taken over my thoughts and what i once called life.
Now I'm 18 years old, i ignore all my friends and family just to get high. If i had to stop that would mean cutting out all the drug users in my life. And even more sad, I've smoked crack and shot heroin with my own father.
But its nobody's fault but my own, and every time i chose to load the needle or hit the pipe, i know i take the risk of never living a day again. If only i had the power to quit.
Not Strong Enough
by: Ned Wicker
I really don't think anybody is strong enough to just quit using drugs, not you, not me or anyone else. Treatment is the only proper answer to getting clean and getting your young life back on track. Please, I encourage you to seek professional help.
That mother who snorted coke with you and her son ought to be horsewhipped. Your boyfriend, who is twice your age and a deadbeat, is no walk in the park and an evil influence on you.
You have your whole life in front of you, but you're throwing it away on drugs and a man who uses you. It's a road to nowhere, but there is hope.
You can overcome this and with the right kind of professional support and a little love, you can. But you have to get out and away from the deadly drug culture. It only leads to the grave.
You need to get into treatment and leave your drug life behind.