Not Quite Addiction…
Ok, so I’m fifteen. I’m a freshman in high school, and I like to experiment with different drugs. (Nothing crazy like coke, meth, or heroin) I regularly smoke weed, I’ve done salvia, shrooms, and acid.
However, homecoming night, I decided it would be fun to try hydrocodone. One of my friends’ aunt had a prescription for it, so she stole some, and me, her and another one of my friends tried it. It was a fairly good night, the high was really cool.
The following Monday, she had brought more. So we did it again. After that, I found myself doing it more and more. Not daily, but like three times a week. I began to crave it. So I did it more and more, until my friend ran out. She said that she wasn’t going to be able to get any more because her aunt wasn’t going to get it refilled. So I was forced to stop, I never thought I was addicted, but after I couldn’t have it anymore, I really wanted it more than ever.
I began to get minor withdrawal symptoms, not anything too bad, but to me it sucked. I was sweaty, I got chills and hot flashes, felt sick all the time, etc. Plus, I didn’t tell any adults about it, so I had to go to school during all of this. However, I did still have support, as the two of my friends that were also doing it had to come off it too, so we all went through that together. I haven’t done it since, I am sad to say, that if I was offered, I think I would do it again. So I try to stay away from it.
I’m glad that it’s no longer easily accessible to me. Now, this wasn’t a really damaging addiction, but I do feel like it could have lead to some pretty terrible things.