So I used to frequent this site a lot a few years back and have not been on as much since I got clean in 2009-2010. To make a long story short, I used to be a very very bad heroin addict. Before I got clean I had been on dope for around 7-8 years (I'm 25 at the moment), and had been everywhere from homeless living on the streets of skidrow prostituting myself for dope money, to doing several stints in jail, to hospitals from OD, to contracting hep c from sharing needles.
I had picked up a few charges and was ordered to go to a long term rehab back in 2008 and was in rehab for a year and got clean. Got out of rehab and slipped up again and went on suboxone immediately(had already tried methadone suboxone countless times before, but tried it again) and thats when something happened and I completely turned my life around and started making a lot of positive changes in my life. I got started treatment for my hep c, started going to college again and was able to transfer from a community college to a university and got a steady part time job. I completely got rid of my hep c and got heavily into mixed martial arts and fighting, got the trust of my family back and while I did not have many friends or people to talk to, I kept busy and did not touch dope for nearly 2 whole years.
Now we are in the present, and in the last few months I have gone on a few pretty good runs with shooting dope. The last one being this past week where I blew threw a few hundred dollars. My arms are getting scarred up again and I felt a feeling I never thought I would feel ever again, that being dope sickness. I am going to school still and am still working but both school and work are being affected. Especially after this last run I have been craving really bad and even though I am back on the suboxone and have not done dope in a few days, I am constantly thinking about it and making plans in my head to go cop one last time. I have not gone to train mixed martial arts in 2 weeks now and am falling back in school and all I can think about is doing one last shot (which we all know wont be the last).
My question is, am I really fucked for life in this deal? I would have thought that that after changing my life so much and in such a positive way in the past 2 years I would not have a reason to go back to that miserable lifestyle. I dont even know why I started doing dope again. There was no trigger, no unexpected stress or shit that would cause someone to relapse. I just remember I woke up one morning and decided I would go cop a bag. What the fuck is wrong with me? Sorry for the rambling post. Im just sitting here very angry and depressed and contemplating going to cop tomorrow morning before work. Life sucks.
I had picked up a few charges and was ordered to go to a long term rehab back in 2008 and was in rehab for a year and got clean. Got out of rehab and slipped up again and went on suboxone immediately(had already tried methadone suboxone countless times before, but tried it again) and thats when something happened and I completely turned my life around and started making a lot of positive changes in my life. I got started treatment for my hep c, started going to college again and was able to transfer from a community college to a university and got a steady part time job. I completely got rid of my hep c and got heavily into mixed martial arts and fighting, got the trust of my family back and while I did not have many friends or people to talk to, I kept busy and did not touch dope for nearly 2 whole years.
Now we are in the present, and in the last few months I have gone on a few pretty good runs with shooting dope. The last one being this past week where I blew threw a few hundred dollars. My arms are getting scarred up again and I felt a feeling I never thought I would feel ever again, that being dope sickness. I am going to school still and am still working but both school and work are being affected. Especially after this last run I have been craving really bad and even though I am back on the suboxone and have not done dope in a few days, I am constantly thinking about it and making plans in my head to go cop one last time. I have not gone to train mixed martial arts in 2 weeks now and am falling back in school and all I can think about is doing one last shot (which we all know wont be the last).
My question is, am I really fucked for life in this deal? I would have thought that that after changing my life so much and in such a positive way in the past 2 years I would not have a reason to go back to that miserable lifestyle. I dont even know why I started doing dope again. There was no trigger, no unexpected stress or shit that would cause someone to relapse. I just remember I woke up one morning and decided I would go cop a bag. What the fuck is wrong with me? Sorry for the rambling post. Im just sitting here very angry and depressed and contemplating going to cop tomorrow morning before work. Life sucks.

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