WhiteLinesNcoffee
Bluelighter
Ijust want to start the post off with a little info about myself. I am about to finally turn 21 and over the years i have developed a very close-nit small group of friends that are like family. We have always partied but it has never really got out of hand until this last summer. About a year a go I got the bright idea to try heroin. I had always enjoyed using opiates and never really had a problem with them. Basically I underestimated the draw of heroin.
I introduced all my friends to it, and they all LOVED it. Fast forward a year now, and everyone single one of my friends is now struggling with it (some worse then others). One of my friends spends all of his money on it and I watch him suffer everytime he runs outs and all this pain I witness i feel somewhat responsible for. I know in the end it was their own choice, but I was the one who swung open the door for them. My best friend of 15 years started shooting and spiraled out of control. He almost died several times in one week and if it wasn't for myself he would of died in his sleep.
That was a wake up and snapped most of us out of it. But clean time didn't last and now everyone who had stopped is using again. The supply is super close at hand so it makes it even harder. I know this post is kinda hard to follow so i appolgize i am just venting because I feel so guilty. None of them would of ever been exposed to it if it wasn't for me. And although I have always been able to bounce back i fear more and more that my friends wont be able too. And these people as I mentioned earlier are like family to me. Not just bunch of random user-buddies or my other friends. These people are like blood to me.
I introduced all my friends to it, and they all LOVED it. Fast forward a year now, and everyone single one of my friends is now struggling with it (some worse then others). One of my friends spends all of his money on it and I watch him suffer everytime he runs outs and all this pain I witness i feel somewhat responsible for. I know in the end it was their own choice, but I was the one who swung open the door for them. My best friend of 15 years started shooting and spiraled out of control. He almost died several times in one week and if it wasn't for myself he would of died in his sleep.
That was a wake up and snapped most of us out of it. But clean time didn't last and now everyone who had stopped is using again. The supply is super close at hand so it makes it even harder. I know this post is kinda hard to follow so i appolgize i am just venting because I feel so guilty. None of them would of ever been exposed to it if it wasn't for me. And although I have always been able to bounce back i fear more and more that my friends wont be able too. And these people as I mentioned earlier are like family to me. Not just bunch of random user-buddies or my other friends. These people are like blood to me.


As Effie and all the others said, move forward, don't get stuck. Seriously, use your closeness with your friends to help them any way you can. Tell them how you feel if you haven't already. Offer your help and encourage them to support each other in getting help.