You'r kidding yourself, if you think that after 5 years of heroin you will be better off, than after 5 years of doing what I said: I said this is the long-term solution, and it is.
Saying this won't help, is like saying your chemistry lab(body) is broken. Yeah, there are cases, where opioids are absolutely fine. The terminally ill, people in chronic pain, but if you're depressed, maybe try what I said for a month first, before saying it won't work, because it will work in most cases. You seem to miss the point that this is solely Biology. This is what your body does if you feed it right. There's no "in my opinion" here, this is how it is. And yes it takes hard work and time, but I still need to see a case that wasn't in hardcore PTSD, or terminally ill, or in nonstop pain where this doesn't work.
Especially the food is important. I don't believe in "untreatable" depression, it's just bullshit, unless it's linked to some severe PTSD, and even then there's other long-term solutions. It's definitely going to take some time to get better. And heroin is the quick & easy way out, a fast "Feel Good"-button, that completely destroys your relation to feeling good without the button, and after that you need the button. Maybe try living healthy first, at least?
You're joking if you say that everyone tried this already before resorting to heroin
edit: If opioids help you get better, why would body-own opioids be ANY different?
In many ways you are right, but I'm speaking for my own situation. I haven't had the five year herion habit you mention, I have used, but so little and long ago that I don't think it's relevant here, I wouldn't know where to get it. It ended when my boyfriend failed to come back with it, he never came back at all and by the time I eventually realised all that I was too sick to go anywhere, so a friend stayed with me and I've not used it since.
My situation was I smoked hash as a kid and poppy stalks when in season, taken from a relative's garden

that's a harsh smoke though, just about worth it. From age twelve I was schooled in the use of virtually every drug available at the time by a helpful older relative of mine, right under the noses of our social workers. When I ran away age sixteen, knowing as my sister had before me, that I could look after myself better without our parents around, that street knowledge was essential and is probably one reason I didn't die then even though I fully expected my life to end in my early twenties at the latest.
What I didn't say, but you probably gathered by now is I was well traumatised as a child for all sorts of reasons and I've used drugs for as long as I can remember to block it out except for the first twenty four years of my marriage when my husband insisted on sobriety while we raised our kids. I fully agreed in principle and we both mainly did the right thing, not wanting my kids to feel like I did as a kid. I feel guilt for using drugs in pregnancy, but done is done and the kids all went to uni and seem to like us (their parents) even after a year of various lockdowns and all staying together in the same house!
So now I'm in my fifties and my kids are all adults, I have had a painful condition since birth which I always had to live with as a kid, I was always in trouble for not keeping up in anything physical, in hindsight I was probably drawn to drugs for the pain relief as well as mental relief.
During my sober years I didn't even take an aspirin, nothing (except for the occasional slip up, but that wasn't for aspirin!). My middle child had ADHD and was very affected by food additives, so for many years I cooked every meal from raw ingredients as they were when they left the farm, organic if I could afford it. No processed food, no coloured sweets or flavoured crisps, no fruit juices (rots kids teeth). So none of my kids ever had a filling, the two who have graduated uni so far, did so with a first, the highest grade. And they even like us! So I'm very pleased with life in general right now.
But lockdown is fucking boring isn't it?
Therein lies the problem.
I'm at home 24/7 with all my family.
And I love them
And I know that me without drugs right now would mean the rest of my family put up with me being a moody menopausal bitch 24/7
So isn't it better I find ways to be the happy person who cheers everyone else and everyone loves to be around me?
I'm not spending beyond my means, we all have our own incomes now so money is fine.
My doctor gives me a lot of prescription meds, it's on the relevant thread already, plus I have ethically sourced weed and additional opiates, not heroin though.
I don't drive.
I work from home on the computer and I can manage that part time at times when I'm clear, but really I'm stoned one way or another 24/7 and I'm not coming out of this comfortable way of being any time soon.
I see no reason to. I dose up on opiates before cleaning the house for example, I put on my headsphones and I don't even notice the time, I'm so enjoying cleaning those toilets, lol.
The alternative is to be sober, straight, whatever you like to call it. I try to scrub the shower, but my fingers are too painful after a couple of minutes, I change cloths, brushes, try to manage the pain I'm in. I begin to feel whatever chemicals are related to pain and stress coming into my brain, they make the pain worse and make me think back to my childhood, I get caught in circular thoughts that persist until the night, I'm no fun to be with, I can't sleep, I wake up tired and have brainfog all day.
That is sobriety. How is that better?