oxyaddict05
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I had a pretty gnarly but relatively short addiction. Did the whole OC --> IV heroin --> speedball thing over the course of 3 years. In those three years, I got MRSA endocarditis, went to jail once, and went to 3 rehabs.
The funny thing was I never really felt powerless because I wanted it. Something about that life on the edge really attracted me, even when it sucked. Don't get me wrong, there were days when I was absolutely powerless over heroin, and especially IV cocaine. That said, I'm a pretty smart guy and had no illusion of what I was getting into. I suppose this comes down to philosophy then: If you willingly accept and enter a state of powerlessness, are you powerless?
Semantics aside, it was almost like a phase of my life that I wanted, and hoped I would be able to get out of when I wanted to get back on track. I go to an Ivy League University and have a very bright future. I am only saying this to show you what I mean. I didn't use because things were hopeless. As weird as this sounds, I was sick and tired of the values those around me had (f#$% the moment, all I care about is making money so I can get into the top nursing home one day and spoil my offspring.) I had a feeling that a gnarly heroin addiction would give me a new perspective and appreciate life far more when I got out of it.
Of course this is the invincible 19 year old mindset that is so irrational and naive. I'm 25 now and laugh at that. In fact, if I had a time machine, the third thing I would do would be to go back 6 years and beat my own face with a wiffle bat. No real bat. Don't want to ruin my chances of getting laid.
So one day 3 years ago I was in jail, waiting to get out the next week on prop 36 and get my case dismissed after completing rehab (I don't really want to mess up my life with a felony now do I? <-- sarcasm) when a guy in my cell told me I should get my life back on track and have no business doing anything illegal because of the opportunity I was blessed with.
It's one thing when your parents or drug counselor tell you this. It's quite another when a gang member waiting trial for murder tells you this. So I listened to him, and put everything I had into being sober. With the help of AA and a rigorous impatient rehab facility, I have been off dope and happy every since. By happy I mean happy enough to not want to inject heroin. Obviously life isn't always great, but it has been manageable and each day is a gift. Even if I often forget it.
So here I am, and have successfully completed my first year back in school. I started smoking weed again last summer, and put off drinking until the year was over. That was 3 weeks ago.
The weird thing is I put my life and trust into AA, and working the steps gave me my life back. It also made me realize what an ignorant and selfish prick I was in my actions. I always hated being like that and had great values. My actions, however, spoke differently, and that is what matters. So now I am smoking weed and drinking occasionally, and none of those horrible things have happened to me. No cravings. No disastrous personality or emotional changes. Have zero desire to use anything hard ever again. (To me, a hard drug is one that replaces my current state with euphoria, no matter what that state may be. Or, is inherently more dangerous in its effects and acquisition). My point with that is that for some people, video games can be a 'hard drug.' This is my own definition, so of course its wrong to many others.
Has anyone else here been saved by an anonymous program, only to use something again regularly and still feel OK? I am not looking for justification to use or use 'harder' drugs. After having to work my ass off to have high self-esteem by doing estimable acts on a regular basis for 3 years, things like heroin have zero appeal.
I suppose I am more concerned that I am once again deceiving myself. I will say that there is nothing to say that I am except for the fact that the people and program that saved my life burned that 'prophecy' into my mind. Also, I have proven my capacity to be absolutely wrong before, so it's always possible and I wouldn't know it by definition.
I just had a really serious talk about this with my old sponsor, so I tried to be a little light and funny in this post. I generalized everything and made light of things; but for real, things were very, very bad.
Part of me thinks that, similar to mice in a pleasure reinforcement study, I was naive and messed with arguably the most addictive substances on earth. The other part of me thinks I have the mentality associated with alcoholism.
After all, every single mouse hit the morphine/cocaine lever until starvation, as they neglected the food lever (Only one could be used at a time, with a timed reset for both, IIRC). EDIT: Now mice as an entire species cannot all be afflicted with alcoholism, right? I use that word in the AA context, so drug addiction in some cases also applies.
Sorry, I don't really have a solid point. I really just want to hear others' experiences and/or opinions. I also miss this board....it's been a while
:D 
The funny thing was I never really felt powerless because I wanted it. Something about that life on the edge really attracted me, even when it sucked. Don't get me wrong, there were days when I was absolutely powerless over heroin, and especially IV cocaine. That said, I'm a pretty smart guy and had no illusion of what I was getting into. I suppose this comes down to philosophy then: If you willingly accept and enter a state of powerlessness, are you powerless?
Semantics aside, it was almost like a phase of my life that I wanted, and hoped I would be able to get out of when I wanted to get back on track. I go to an Ivy League University and have a very bright future. I am only saying this to show you what I mean. I didn't use because things were hopeless. As weird as this sounds, I was sick and tired of the values those around me had (f#$% the moment, all I care about is making money so I can get into the top nursing home one day and spoil my offspring.) I had a feeling that a gnarly heroin addiction would give me a new perspective and appreciate life far more when I got out of it.
Of course this is the invincible 19 year old mindset that is so irrational and naive. I'm 25 now and laugh at that. In fact, if I had a time machine, the third thing I would do would be to go back 6 years and beat my own face with a wiffle bat. No real bat. Don't want to ruin my chances of getting laid.
So one day 3 years ago I was in jail, waiting to get out the next week on prop 36 and get my case dismissed after completing rehab (I don't really want to mess up my life with a felony now do I? <-- sarcasm) when a guy in my cell told me I should get my life back on track and have no business doing anything illegal because of the opportunity I was blessed with.
It's one thing when your parents or drug counselor tell you this. It's quite another when a gang member waiting trial for murder tells you this. So I listened to him, and put everything I had into being sober. With the help of AA and a rigorous impatient rehab facility, I have been off dope and happy every since. By happy I mean happy enough to not want to inject heroin. Obviously life isn't always great, but it has been manageable and each day is a gift. Even if I often forget it.
So here I am, and have successfully completed my first year back in school. I started smoking weed again last summer, and put off drinking until the year was over. That was 3 weeks ago.
The weird thing is I put my life and trust into AA, and working the steps gave me my life back. It also made me realize what an ignorant and selfish prick I was in my actions. I always hated being like that and had great values. My actions, however, spoke differently, and that is what matters. So now I am smoking weed and drinking occasionally, and none of those horrible things have happened to me. No cravings. No disastrous personality or emotional changes. Have zero desire to use anything hard ever again. (To me, a hard drug is one that replaces my current state with euphoria, no matter what that state may be. Or, is inherently more dangerous in its effects and acquisition). My point with that is that for some people, video games can be a 'hard drug.' This is my own definition, so of course its wrong to many others.
Has anyone else here been saved by an anonymous program, only to use something again regularly and still feel OK? I am not looking for justification to use or use 'harder' drugs. After having to work my ass off to have high self-esteem by doing estimable acts on a regular basis for 3 years, things like heroin have zero appeal.
I suppose I am more concerned that I am once again deceiving myself. I will say that there is nothing to say that I am except for the fact that the people and program that saved my life burned that 'prophecy' into my mind. Also, I have proven my capacity to be absolutely wrong before, so it's always possible and I wouldn't know it by definition.
I just had a really serious talk about this with my old sponsor, so I tried to be a little light and funny in this post. I generalized everything and made light of things; but for real, things were very, very bad.
Part of me thinks that, similar to mice in a pleasure reinforcement study, I was naive and messed with arguably the most addictive substances on earth. The other part of me thinks I have the mentality associated with alcoholism.
After all, every single mouse hit the morphine/cocaine lever until starvation, as they neglected the food lever (Only one could be used at a time, with a timed reset for both, IIRC). EDIT: Now mice as an entire species cannot all be afflicted with alcoholism, right? I use that word in the AA context, so drug addiction in some cases also applies.
Sorry, I don't really have a solid point. I really just want to hear others' experiences and/or opinions. I also miss this board....it's been a while
:D 
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