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So, to explain the photo, this was a test strip that I used to test the remaining paraphernalia I had left, after I had overdosed and nearly lost my life to fentanyl. Like most people I started with a Percocet prescription from the “doc” aka my dealer. Soon enough you realize these grab ahold of your life and they do not let go. Soon the dosages aren’t enough and you resort to buying your pain medication on the street. I lasted about 10 years of just using what doc prescribed, but soon enough I was searching the streets of a very dangerous neighborhood, basically racially profiling anyone I thought could get me what I needed. (I had heard from some friends certain blocks have guys standing outside selling them). After about 3 hours of paranoia and debating wether or not to get out of my car I met “T”. He was as friendly as your local deli lady, asked me what i needed and, let me tell you his customer service was bettter then Walmart’s lol. But anyway, I proceed to wait on the corner of a street where 15 other dealers are standing trying to get their money. “T” returns with the Percocet, something seemed different about them but I figured hey it might’ve got messed up during shipping whatever excuse you tell yourself because you value safety less then getting high when you an addict. I even approached it somewhat smart, did half my usual dose to make sure nothing was wrong with them... seemed to be working. I take my normal dose and two hours later I wake up in a hospital, with a breathing tube down my neck because it was laced with fentanyl. And my heart had stopped my lungs would not operate on their own, I was damn near a vegetable. I’ll never forget the pain on my mother’s face... I nearly lost everything I loved, and destroyed the ones who love me...
Here is where my mind stops. The circus is gone again. But this time the circus is disappointed in me. I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong, but it seems no matter what I do it’s not good enough. They want me to tough out life alone. Without the help of anybody. But I don’t see how that option works. I haven’t gotten any better thus far. So, I’m trying to do the next right thing. I’m staying with a friend so that I don’t end up dying from self neglect. Isn’t that meth’s intent after all? For me to die of self neglect? That’s why I can no longer allow these people or this person to isolate me. I’ve listened to that drug so far and look where it has gotten me. You’re looking at a person one foot in the gutter. Meaning, one foot from giving up. Please don’t read that literal.
Methamphetamine is a very dangerous, illegal drug that can cause short and long term problems in the brain and problems with emotions. It is very addictive, and people using this drug can have hallucinations and delusions and become paranoid and violent. The physical aspects of long-term addiction are tooth decay, weight loss, and sores where the meth user has picked at his/herself to get rid of the imaginary bugs crawling on them. When someone is addicted to meth, they only care about getting high.
More than 15 million people struggle with an alcohol use disorder in the United States, but less than eight percent of those receive treatment. More than 65 million Americans report binge drinking in the past month, which is more than 40 percent of the total of current alcohol users. These are the facts when it comes to alcohol.
December 31 Normy and the New Year
For most of my life, I lived with a little kid— nagging, picking, pulling at the back of my shirt— come here, come on, you need me, you must have me, I will make you better, you can't do it without me, you need me. Like an annoying little sister, clinging to your every move, demanding your attention and seeking only the most negative of response. And like any good drug addict, my most negative response is what she got.
Hello everyone. My name is, well, the rule is only your first name but since this is my story and I am the author, then you know who I am and I am a recovering alcoholic. I wrote this piece on the 3rd of August, 2014, so I guess it's been a while. I wrote it at the time as I was reaching a milestone I never imagined I'd get to. A milestone of which I am careful to be proud of as they say "Pride comes before a fall", and I sure as shootin' don't want to fall off my lil milestone wagon and so to celebrate I decided I'd write some of my story.
Disclaimer: the experiences of addicted people are extremely complex and cannot be appropriately covered in this post. This is just a brief review of where science is at this point and it doesn't necessarily match the feelings of people with an addiction problem. Addiction many times has a lot of emotional layers behind it that make it ever more complicated to exit from it. However we may choose to define addiction, addicts should be treated with empathy, in treatment centres and in society. I believe addiction can be a way to cope with other complicated situations that the person has gone through and that these should be appropriately addressed so that an addict can recover. In no case should they be dismissed as weak or superficial people that don't deserve help.
If you need to hear this, then you'll read it...But you won't know that you need to read this until you're done reading it all... high five✋
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