MotownBoi
Greenlighter
The end or just the beggining?
I started messing around with pills when I moved from the suburbs of Metro Detroit to Nashville, TN. I found a job doing flooring for a large company in town and they stuck me with a partner that had similar interests to my own. We liked the same music, activities, and drugs. First I just sampled the different weed the area had to offer, as it is way cheaper down there as opposed to where I grew up. After a while, I started buying Loratab's, Percocet's, Valium, and Xanax. That was all fine and dandy for about two years until I had a break up with the girl I originally moved down there with. I found myself alone in a still fairly new town with no friends other than my reclusive work partner. At first I tried joining a local gym to have a hobby, somewhere to go, somewhere to possibly meet people. I was meeting girls online three a week and soon hooked up with this girl that introduced me to Oxycontin. At first, it didn't seem much different that the Loratabs, just a lil' bit stronger. That is until the withdrawal's started. I lost my own home I was renting, stopped going to the gym, and promptly started hustling with this dealer on the West Side. He was a fuck up, dating his wife's sister, snorting O.C.'s right in front of his kids, ages 9 and 7 at the time. But I didn't care as long as I got a line every now and again. Soon though, I began to see that I was surrounded by opportunist's, people who only cared about feeding their habit's and nothing about life. So, I jumped on a bus in the winter of '10 and headed back to Detroit to clean my act up.
It's been almost two years of being on Suboxone and no major relapses. However my new Dr. (as I have recently moved out to Pontiac, MI.) has informed me that I was never supposed to take this stuff longer than say 6 months. I was perfectly happy taking 8 mg of Suboxone a day, no cravings for anything else, morphine, oxy, heroin, and now I'm backed into a corner. The Dr. is making me come off the Suboxone and it has had a horrible ripple effect. I have now started using heroin on a weekly basis. Every Friday I head to the D and hookup with this hustler I know down there and score a few packs for the weekend. It's made me pay a toll with my conscience. Since returning to Metro Detroit I have a wonderful Fiance' and her three kids to take care of. They call me "Daddy" and I do my best to be a good one. But the stress of quitting on top of my Fiance being epileptic, and having an autistic son, has I fear put too much on me. I don't know if I'm doing the dope because I don't want to stop the Suboxone, or to deal with the stress of being the sole income for a family of five, but I do know that I need to make some choices and soon. Giving up opiates is not something I want, I have a twisted spine and lot's of pain from years of making a living as a contractor. I also have hopes and dreams for the future though. I don't want to live in the ghetto forever. What to do, what to do...
I started messing around with pills when I moved from the suburbs of Metro Detroit to Nashville, TN. I found a job doing flooring for a large company in town and they stuck me with a partner that had similar interests to my own. We liked the same music, activities, and drugs. First I just sampled the different weed the area had to offer, as it is way cheaper down there as opposed to where I grew up. After a while, I started buying Loratab's, Percocet's, Valium, and Xanax. That was all fine and dandy for about two years until I had a break up with the girl I originally moved down there with. I found myself alone in a still fairly new town with no friends other than my reclusive work partner. At first I tried joining a local gym to have a hobby, somewhere to go, somewhere to possibly meet people. I was meeting girls online three a week and soon hooked up with this girl that introduced me to Oxycontin. At first, it didn't seem much different that the Loratabs, just a lil' bit stronger. That is until the withdrawal's started. I lost my own home I was renting, stopped going to the gym, and promptly started hustling with this dealer on the West Side. He was a fuck up, dating his wife's sister, snorting O.C.'s right in front of his kids, ages 9 and 7 at the time. But I didn't care as long as I got a line every now and again. Soon though, I began to see that I was surrounded by opportunist's, people who only cared about feeding their habit's and nothing about life. So, I jumped on a bus in the winter of '10 and headed back to Detroit to clean my act up.
It's been almost two years of being on Suboxone and no major relapses. However my new Dr. (as I have recently moved out to Pontiac, MI.) has informed me that I was never supposed to take this stuff longer than say 6 months. I was perfectly happy taking 8 mg of Suboxone a day, no cravings for anything else, morphine, oxy, heroin, and now I'm backed into a corner. The Dr. is making me come off the Suboxone and it has had a horrible ripple effect. I have now started using heroin on a weekly basis. Every Friday I head to the D and hookup with this hustler I know down there and score a few packs for the weekend. It's made me pay a toll with my conscience. Since returning to Metro Detroit I have a wonderful Fiance' and her three kids to take care of. They call me "Daddy" and I do my best to be a good one. But the stress of quitting on top of my Fiance being epileptic, and having an autistic son, has I fear put too much on me. I don't know if I'm doing the dope because I don't want to stop the Suboxone, or to deal with the stress of being the sole income for a family of five, but I do know that I need to make some choices and soon. Giving up opiates is not something I want, I have a twisted spine and lot's of pain from years of making a living as a contractor. I also have hopes and dreams for the future though. I don't want to live in the ghetto forever. What to do, what to do...