Wow, these stories are awesome. Just makes me feel less alone in a way. Here's what I can remember of my story...
Age 14 I met this girl around 24 years old I'm a lesbian so is she, we both liked each other. I would drink with her. My first drinking experience ever besides sipping wine at dinner or sneaking a beer was with her, a bottle of Kahlua. I really have avoided Kahlua since because of getting so sick and I'll probably never forget that taste for my entire life. Her mom also had back problems and would get tons of Perc's and never take them. So this girl would meet me, I would bring a ZipLock sandwich bag and she would pour the majority of the bottle in my bag for free. It was her gift to me.
I honestly can't remember how our pill meetings even became... I don't remember if she told me they were amazing... if I said I wanted to try them... I'll never know.
This changed me forever. I would take a 1/2 then a whole, then 2 at a time. I was only doing them at night that whole time though... which I'm still proud of myself for to this day. If only I could get that self control back, ugh. I would take the Perc and sit outside and listen to music until I couldn't take the mosquito's attacking me, I then would write/sketch, and fill up notebooks. I slept very little, and I loved that calm, awake, confident, music sounds better feeling.
Fast forward to around 16- to present 21 years old. I started taking pills from my father's medicine cabinet. He had the good, good stuff. I was not only taking them, but trading them with him since I ended up being prescribed benzos, anti-psychotics, muscle relaxers, and ADD medication from the psych doctor. I wish I could give an exact age for some of this stuff, but I honestly can't remember what age I was when I first tried some of it.
Age 17 I started drinking heavily. I met another girl and drinking was her thing. So we would get trashed on the weekends when I stayed over her house. I would give her mom the money and she would buy it for us, and I'd give her mom money for cigs and she would buy me those too. I used to get so sick when I first started drinking, I look back now and wonder, what the fuck was I thinking?
Even with all I was taking I still wanted more, I had a heavy Ativan, Valium addiction through college (which I need to get around to finishing). Buying Perc's and Oxy's at this point from people on campus and my friends on other campus'. In college doing large amounts of opiates and benzo's pretty much. Lots of Fentanyl. My father got the patches and he didn't like them so he would give them to me and I loved it. Actually did Fentanyl before I smoked weed. So much for that "gateway drug" bullshit.
Somewhere in my 20's I did Ecstasy and got a piperazine instead. Haven't touched one since. My true love is opiates anyway, so I don't feel like I'm missing out on it. Knowing what I do I should have never done that pill, but I was so fucked up already and my mood was "fuck everything" so I took it and was extremely sick. I have never asked for death so many times and actually meant it. I just rode it out myself in my room and read up on here when I could focus to read. Never again though.
All through the years my opiate use has continued, every so often I will give it a break and then pick it up again. Heroin and coke fit in there too. But the heroin didn't seem like such a big deal to me after all the Fent I did. The guy I did heroin with thought I was lying about ever having done it before because he gave me 2 bags at "least" and I wasn't nodding and didn't get sick, I was actually like hmm... I rather do my Fent. And coke was fun the first few times, but it got old at every party and quality is so hit and miss when you go to parties. I have never craved coke or tried to go crazy looking for it you know. Different story with the opiates.
Now I'm 21 and on disability for PTSD and bi-polar, had some extremely awful shit go down, seems like life isn't letting up anytime soon. Still use drugs as that magical crutch I found years ago. I used to say I just wanted to use different things for the experience, but now it seems like I'm more than set in my ways about this... how I'm strictly opiates the past year. I am prescribed Adderall but I rarely take it anymore. I have yet to touch acid, or shrooms. Part of me used to care that I hadn't tried those things, and now I'm just content with my opiates. I don't care if I ever try them. I don't know if that means I'm getting old, or what...