I'm new here. I've lurked around the site for a long time mostly reading trip reports because there is a lot of well written and entertaining posts. I really just feel like I needed a place to get most of this off of my chest without being harshly judged and hopefully get some advice. I'm not entirely sure that this section of the forums is the right one for me but I am in a "dark place" right now. Sadly, I'm to afraid to talk about this with family members or friends. I do apologize if this is a long ramble, and I certainly appreciate anyone who takes any time out to read it.
I suffer with opiate addiction and I feel like its cost me the only thing I've ever cared about. My addiction has been on and off but it started about 3 years ago when I was diagnosed with cancer at the young age of 19. I originally took them only for the pain but soon realized how happy they made me even while going through my chemotherapy. I could easily take 2 pills and all the pain would go away. Almost as if I'd completely forget I even had cancer. Getting them was always easy, after all I did legitimately have pain. I was just never warned about how addictive these things can actually be.
Soon my cancer was in remission and I no longer had a need or a way to get pills. I soon realized how mentally addictive they can be and how thankful I was to not be able to find them again. Unfortunately that didn't last forever.. After being opiate free for an entire year someone started working at my job who could "help me". It started off where I'd only get 2 from him on the days I worked to take the edge off from working 12-14 hour shifts. That only lasted so long before I started seeing him more and more and before I knew it I was seeing him every day.
On September 11th, 2011 I made one of the worst decisions of my life. I took these pills and drove home from work on my motorcycle. At 3 am I flipped my motorcycle going up a gigantic hill at 40mph by my house. I was high, and careless. I felt invincible up until the point where I drew a blank on how to correct my bike... all I had to do was pull the clutch but I was to high to realize it at the time. I broke my arm, tore my rotator cuff, gave myself a concusion and have scars on my arms and legs from deep road rash I suffered.
Pain? Remorse? Regret? Of course not. Now I had doctors throwing more pain killers at me again because once again, I needed them right!? It wasn't until recently that I realized how thankful I should be that not only am I alive but that I managed not to hurt anyone else while acting so stupid. But again, I only focused on the drugs and never once thought about anyone else or the damage I'd end up doing to those who I care so much about.
No regret story is fulfilled without a love story and mine has one. Shortly after my accident I reconnected with an old friend who I had a crush on when I was 17. She was the girl I'd dream of having but didn't have the confidence at the time to get.
We started dating, the entire time I continued to take my little pills thinking my life was perfect but little did I know... Everything was fine for awhile. We both cared about each other, we were happy together, we did the stupidest possible things together while staring at each other and smiling like idiots. We made eachother better people but most importantly we both accepted the other completely. I thought I knew what love was before but I clearly had no idea.
The pills went from making me happy to making me short tempered. I'd explode and start arguments over meaningless things with her. I tried to justify myself every time, making sure I couldn't possibly blame the little pills which only made me happy right? Wrong. She eventually broke up with me because "she couldn't take me exploding over things anymore" after giving me oh so, so, so many chances. She never knew about my addiction. I never told her. I denied it of course but looking back she was completely right. Comparing any other girl I've been with before or have came across since falls miles and miles short. She will probably forever be my "one who got away"
The few months that followed to now have been my darkest. I used more and more pills to hide any emotional feelings that I actually had. I did a lot of regrettable things to get a hold of pain meds. Thinking about them as I write this up makes me sick to my stomach. The hurt I've put others through without realizing what I was doing and while being selfish the entire time makes me want to vomit.
As I sit here and write this I am currently 3 days clean. Its been extremely hard but the withdrawls aren't whats killing me.. Physically at least. Mentally I know how easy it would be to take a few more and not think about any of this for the next for hours.
What is killing me though is all the regret I've buried deep down and hid inside myself these last for years. The regret of what I've done to my family, my friends, and to my ex. I can only sit here in tears as I write all of this and wonder how different things would have been if I didn't ever pick the habit back up again. I can't help but wonder how great things could have been with my ex. After all.... losing her because of my addiction is what has hurt me the worst. In ways I'd never have imagined.
If anyone reads this I really, really appreciate it. I know most of it is probably just rambling but I really felt like I needed to get this all off of my chest and anonymously seems like the best choice for me. Advice? Support? Anything? I'll listen to it all. I appreciate the time you've given me. Thank you.
I suffer with opiate addiction and I feel like its cost me the only thing I've ever cared about. My addiction has been on and off but it started about 3 years ago when I was diagnosed with cancer at the young age of 19. I originally took them only for the pain but soon realized how happy they made me even while going through my chemotherapy. I could easily take 2 pills and all the pain would go away. Almost as if I'd completely forget I even had cancer. Getting them was always easy, after all I did legitimately have pain. I was just never warned about how addictive these things can actually be.
Soon my cancer was in remission and I no longer had a need or a way to get pills. I soon realized how mentally addictive they can be and how thankful I was to not be able to find them again. Unfortunately that didn't last forever.. After being opiate free for an entire year someone started working at my job who could "help me". It started off where I'd only get 2 from him on the days I worked to take the edge off from working 12-14 hour shifts. That only lasted so long before I started seeing him more and more and before I knew it I was seeing him every day.
On September 11th, 2011 I made one of the worst decisions of my life. I took these pills and drove home from work on my motorcycle. At 3 am I flipped my motorcycle going up a gigantic hill at 40mph by my house. I was high, and careless. I felt invincible up until the point where I drew a blank on how to correct my bike... all I had to do was pull the clutch but I was to high to realize it at the time. I broke my arm, tore my rotator cuff, gave myself a concusion and have scars on my arms and legs from deep road rash I suffered.
Pain? Remorse? Regret? Of course not. Now I had doctors throwing more pain killers at me again because once again, I needed them right!? It wasn't until recently that I realized how thankful I should be that not only am I alive but that I managed not to hurt anyone else while acting so stupid. But again, I only focused on the drugs and never once thought about anyone else or the damage I'd end up doing to those who I care so much about.
No regret story is fulfilled without a love story and mine has one. Shortly after my accident I reconnected with an old friend who I had a crush on when I was 17. She was the girl I'd dream of having but didn't have the confidence at the time to get.
We started dating, the entire time I continued to take my little pills thinking my life was perfect but little did I know... Everything was fine for awhile. We both cared about each other, we were happy together, we did the stupidest possible things together while staring at each other and smiling like idiots. We made eachother better people but most importantly we both accepted the other completely. I thought I knew what love was before but I clearly had no idea.
The pills went from making me happy to making me short tempered. I'd explode and start arguments over meaningless things with her. I tried to justify myself every time, making sure I couldn't possibly blame the little pills which only made me happy right? Wrong. She eventually broke up with me because "she couldn't take me exploding over things anymore" after giving me oh so, so, so many chances. She never knew about my addiction. I never told her. I denied it of course but looking back she was completely right. Comparing any other girl I've been with before or have came across since falls miles and miles short. She will probably forever be my "one who got away"
The few months that followed to now have been my darkest. I used more and more pills to hide any emotional feelings that I actually had. I did a lot of regrettable things to get a hold of pain meds. Thinking about them as I write this up makes me sick to my stomach. The hurt I've put others through without realizing what I was doing and while being selfish the entire time makes me want to vomit.
As I sit here and write this I am currently 3 days clean. Its been extremely hard but the withdrawls aren't whats killing me.. Physically at least. Mentally I know how easy it would be to take a few more and not think about any of this for the next for hours.
What is killing me though is all the regret I've buried deep down and hid inside myself these last for years. The regret of what I've done to my family, my friends, and to my ex. I can only sit here in tears as I write all of this and wonder how different things would have been if I didn't ever pick the habit back up again. I can't help but wonder how great things could have been with my ex. After all.... losing her because of my addiction is what has hurt me the worst. In ways I'd never have imagined.
If anyone reads this I really, really appreciate it. I know most of it is probably just rambling but I really felt like I needed to get this all off of my chest and anonymously seems like the best choice for me. Advice? Support? Anything? I'll listen to it all. I appreciate the time you've given me. Thank you.

