Heroin didn't beat me!!
I'm Kerry, 41. I left my family to find out the man I left them for was a heroin addict!
We left Bradford and came to Chester for a fresh start where he promised to get better. Instead, he got us living on the streets and I became a tramp, addicted to heroin, but if it wasn't for the heroin I would not have survived. It got me through the rain, the cold the pavement for a bed, the filthiness, the shame, disgusting habits, the tears, but of course THE RATTLE! It was unbearable, I dreaded it to the point of I would rather die than rattle.
We finally got somewhere to stay so I took my first opportunity to get of that horrible stuff and with the fantastic help from the church people I went to a Christian rehab. I only stayed 2 month I couldn't bare being away from Mark, we were in love,, or so I thought.
He got me straight back on it, but I didn't care, it was as if I was addicted to him. We also smoked crack, took sleeping tablets, weed, anything to get by. We got jobs and carried on in our drug bubble.
Finally, he lost his job, relied on me for money until I couldn't do it anymore, I left him and got back off heroin! I haven't had heroin for 4 month and crack for 2 month. He lives on the streets now, begging for money to feed his habit.
I'm now reduced to 2 mg bueprenorfine, subby, and back in touch with my kids and planning to move back home! But I know now it wasn't mark I was addicted to it was the heroin!!!
Thank you ,Kerry!