I was injected with Naloxone.
I'm not a heroin user, but I had some heroin. I'd been a fan of morphine in the past and I've taken lots of drugs before. I went through a really bad period, nothing was going right, I had been suicidal for months. I procured the heroin because I was planning suicide, and my attempts in the past were failed of course. I made sure I had more than enough, and 2 x 30mg morphine pill just in case I was lingering.
I called a close friend of mine because I realised that actually, I had no idea how to cook up a fix. I asked him how to, and him knowing I don't take heroin, was worried from the off. We both had a mutual friend that killed himself via heroin overdose; and he never touched the stuff either.
I'd already worked out how to cook up a fix and had injected and injected again. I remember not much, just blacking out and feeling like I was *that* close to death. My friend came and injected me with Naloxone, completely saved my life. He stayed with me for quite a while to see I was ok.
I'm so grateful he did that. I don't know what I was thinking; it's Christmas, and how can I EVER expect any of my family to understand.
Naloxone is a life saver, literally. Without Naloxone I would have definitely gone.