My opiate hell
I began at age fourteen, when I first snorted a Hydrocodone, it started innocently enough, I was just trying to have fun, be cool and get friends, but it ended in addiction.
The first time I realized I had a problem I was fifteen, and noticed that I was progressively doing more and more, and doing heavier drugs such as Oxycontin, or Hydro-morphine, I tried to quit, but I was in Opium’s cold grasp,and escaping that grasp is not something that one can accomplish overnight.
I tried to quit six times over the next year, and failed every time, finally I just gave up, I began stealing pills from my parents who had both had surgery and were on so many pain pills that I was sure they wouldn’t notice a few missing, I began trading these inferior pills for the hardcore drugs, and that was when I got caught.
Looking back now, I am glad that the Police found me out, I needed help, and I was either to stupid or to prideful to ask for it. I was sent to an out-patient recovery program where, slowly but surely, I began making progress in my addiction problem. But then I relapsed, a friend offered me an oxy, and I couldn’t resist, that led to my second arrest.
I fell into the old habits of trading and receiving and eventually my probation officer noticed the habits that I was getting, disappearing for a few hours to come back and lock myself in my room and ignore everyone, acting incredibly shady and always having my hands in my pockets when in public, and then they caught me in the middle of a deal one night, the officer asked what I was doing and I couldn’t lie, I told him that I was looking to get high, while my friend booked it.
I was dragged to the door of the probation department and my parents were called. I could not describe the shame that I felt when my parents looked at me with those eyes full of disappointment and told me that I would not be allowed to leave the house without their permission. I urge you, seek help, don’t follow my road, get help before you get trouble.