Percocet Abuse Stories
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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.
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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.
decided to go big one night, trying to prove myself and friends I was
invincible, I popped one pill after another, giggling away.
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.
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
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!!
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.
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.
an ever decreasing percentage of people who attend church or synagogue,
there is even less understanding of the relationship between us and
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.
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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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
The best treatment for depression is a healthy self-image, which is what the 12 Step is all about.
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.
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and Finally Remember:
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”
– Matthew 7:7-8
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