I am just shy of three weeks after not only wasting 5 years of my 20's, but suffered so unbearably that it has traumatized me, there will always be a risk of relapse for the rest of my life, and after a couple years I couldn't catch so much of a buzz anymore. I was using around 100 times the dose I started off with not to get high, but to be able to get out of bed. If I had any sort of responsibility and didn't have opiates, I wouldn't even understand the word commitment at the time. All I would know is excruciating pain. I sniffed it the whole time, doesn't matter which way you use it really except IV in my opinion is wishing for a suicide.
I know at this point that I will never go back. It got so bad, that I would rather die than take so much as a percocet for as long as I live. I also have back problems so there was an initial "reason" for using, but I suffered so much that I hardly notice what used to be excruciating chronic pain in my spine anymore.
Don't make the same mistake. You already made a huge mistake be trying it. Those documentaries will give you a glimpse of what can happen at the end of the line. I was personally very lucky in regards to my habit in which "all" that ended up happening was I blew 10's of thousands of dollars - all my savings from career jobs - found myself unable to work (after 2 weeks clean I had a job again and I'm loving it), I lost interest in all my hobbies, I not only lost interest in sex but was incapable of even having it, and all I cared about was getting high. I didn't even realize what was going on because for the first 18 months or so before I ran myself broke, I was doing really well for myself - holding jobs, was in school, etc. I just wasn't ever truly myself, and I'm sure people could sense it but I was fucked up to begin with and all but my brother had given up on me anyway. So, luckily nobody except him and a couple lady friends knew about this as the shame of being discovered for what I was... even if I got clean like I am today, nobody would ever look at me the same way again.
It can bring me to tears just thinking about it sometimes. When I think about opiates, I don't think I have ever felt so much hatred towards anyone or anything in all my life. I haven't had a single craving yet, but thing is that snake will return to strike when you least expect it. When you're in your sleep.
I cannot begin to describe how miserable an experience I was. I wanted to die at the time, I have myself on video and also writing explaining how worthless my life was and how I wished cancer upon myself to put me out of my misery. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life these days. I would just try to let go of the idea entirely instead of counting the days. If you count the days, it will remind you of Satan.