nathanjkd
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Because this is an online forum I feel a bit more anonymous, so I feel like I can open up a bit more.
I went to my first NA meeting the other day, and it was crazy, because I didn't feel so alone there are other people
going through the same shit as me.
I'm hoping by sharing I could maybe get some advice from older addicts, and because I guess i'm willing to try anything,
because I don't know how to escape.
Like many others I use drugs because I like the way it feels, but I think the main reason is because I am trying to block out
the pain and memories of my fucking horrible traumatic childhood.
I also am self-medicating because I have some mental health issues, I smoked weed, did E's and drank when I was
a teenager, but I was 20 when I started to abuse drugs religiously.
My drug of choice is opiates, shit the first time I did painkillers, I knew I had found my best friend, for the first time in my life I felt whole.
But for the last two years I have been going on Speed or Coke binges, and always have some Heroin, the thousand foot pillow for those Coke comedowns.
I only dabbled in Heroin because it is hard to get for me, I had and still have a steady source of Dihydrocodeine tablets and Morphine sulphate [liquid and amps to shoot].
After a year or so my tolerance was sky high, I was doing 56 30mg Dihydrocodeine tabs with 200mg of Morphine, and soon after that I wasn't even getting high anymore, I needed it just to not feel sick.
Before I got help I had started to mix that amount of opiates with 11 20mg Temazapams, I did this everyday and to be honest it was not about getting high anymore I was just self-destructing, I am lucky to be alive, I put my family through hell. They were finding me almost everyday not breathing, blue and I was so out of it I didn't even know my name.
My brother told me recently that he had bought an amp of Narcan, if I overdosed, Now that i'm clean and the drugs aren't blocking it anymore, I am fucking filled with guilt, I stole from everyone, I hurt people, robbed dealers and I am in debt, just a few grand but I spent 15grand of my inheritance on drugs.
I guess only time will help to gain the trust of my family again. But I didn't die, I got help, got on a Methadone programme and i'm still on 50mg of that.
Problem is I still do opiates once a week and keep going on Speed/Coke binges, and I swear honestly I would give anything to be able to stop. I just don't know how and it just fucking sucks, I am just sick of it.
Lately I keep thinking maybe I should move to somewhere else, because here I know all the places to get drugs, and the other day I got off a bus and some guy recognised me from the Methadone clinic and offered me some Heroin, when I said no he said he would give me the first wrap for free. And I just found this increably hard to deal with [I told him to fuck off, and resisted], that's the thing the dealers are predators a few of them when you say no I want to be clean , say they will give me stuff for free.
I know they are just trying to get me hooked, and I hate them. And the woman who first sold my painkillers got me hooked and I gave her so much money, I fucking hate her, she got me hooked on purpose, I remeberher saying "oh they are like smoking weed and not addictive".
Anyway sorry for swearing a few times, thanks for reading my story and please give me advice and tell me what you think, because it is hard to see yourself in a fresh perspective.
-NathanJKD.
I went to my first NA meeting the other day, and it was crazy, because I didn't feel so alone there are other people
going through the same shit as me.
I'm hoping by sharing I could maybe get some advice from older addicts, and because I guess i'm willing to try anything,
because I don't know how to escape.
Like many others I use drugs because I like the way it feels, but I think the main reason is because I am trying to block out
the pain and memories of my fucking horrible traumatic childhood.
I also am self-medicating because I have some mental health issues, I smoked weed, did E's and drank when I was
a teenager, but I was 20 when I started to abuse drugs religiously.
My drug of choice is opiates, shit the first time I did painkillers, I knew I had found my best friend, for the first time in my life I felt whole.
But for the last two years I have been going on Speed or Coke binges, and always have some Heroin, the thousand foot pillow for those Coke comedowns.
I only dabbled in Heroin because it is hard to get for me, I had and still have a steady source of Dihydrocodeine tablets and Morphine sulphate [liquid and amps to shoot].
After a year or so my tolerance was sky high, I was doing 56 30mg Dihydrocodeine tabs with 200mg of Morphine, and soon after that I wasn't even getting high anymore, I needed it just to not feel sick.
Before I got help I had started to mix that amount of opiates with 11 20mg Temazapams, I did this everyday and to be honest it was not about getting high anymore I was just self-destructing, I am lucky to be alive, I put my family through hell. They were finding me almost everyday not breathing, blue and I was so out of it I didn't even know my name.
My brother told me recently that he had bought an amp of Narcan, if I overdosed, Now that i'm clean and the drugs aren't blocking it anymore, I am fucking filled with guilt, I stole from everyone, I hurt people, robbed dealers and I am in debt, just a few grand but I spent 15grand of my inheritance on drugs.
I guess only time will help to gain the trust of my family again. But I didn't die, I got help, got on a Methadone programme and i'm still on 50mg of that.
Problem is I still do opiates once a week and keep going on Speed/Coke binges, and I swear honestly I would give anything to be able to stop. I just don't know how and it just fucking sucks, I am just sick of it.
Lately I keep thinking maybe I should move to somewhere else, because here I know all the places to get drugs, and the other day I got off a bus and some guy recognised me from the Methadone clinic and offered me some Heroin, when I said no he said he would give me the first wrap for free. And I just found this increably hard to deal with [I told him to fuck off, and resisted], that's the thing the dealers are predators a few of them when you say no I want to be clean , say they will give me stuff for free.
I know they are just trying to get me hooked, and I hate them. And the woman who first sold my painkillers got me hooked and I gave her so much money, I fucking hate her, she got me hooked on purpose, I remeberher saying "oh they are like smoking weed and not addictive".
Anyway sorry for swearing a few times, thanks for reading my story and please give me advice and tell me what you think, because it is hard to see yourself in a fresh perspective.
-NathanJKD.

