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Greenlighter
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Hey guys!
I'm new to this forum, I've creeped over the years on this forum but never decided to make an account till today.
Well, I want to share my experience with you guys. I want to lay some back story. I'm 23, grew up in a middle class family, only child. Dad used to be addicted to Opiates also. Quit and went to rehab before I was 5.
Anyways, I smoked a lot of weed in high school and and did some Shrooms. I tried Cocaine once when I was in my Junior year. But I didn't experiment with other drugs till later on.
The end of my Junior year I had my wisdom teeth pulled out. Well they gave me a whole script of Percocets. I had never done an opiate until this point. It helped the pain go away, but a day later and I wasn't in pain anymore and just had a whole script of percs. My friend told me that they can fuck you up, so we took a couple each and from that moment on, Opiates were my go to. A few months later and I had a panic attack from a shitty week and being my first panic attack and being stoned. I had no idea what was going on. I went to the hospital for a heart attack. They told me it was just heartburn that somehow made my heart rate stay resting at 170bpm. Stupid ass doctors.
Well, every time I tried to smoke weed after that, it sent me into panic attacks. So I quit smoking weed, I had to fill the void with something and what would you know it, Opiates help anxiety also. Well for a year, I was just with Percs and vics. Maybe get a whole 10 mg one and be stoked about that back then lol.
Well, I moved to Orlando, Florida when I was 20 to go to Film school. Well no one bothered to tell me that Florida at the time was Oxy capital of the states, so wasn't hard to find that. Ended up banging Oxy for a few months, had to move back home after a year. Hit my home connect on the drive back from Florida to Indiana and even after a year he was still good. I stayed with my then Fiance and her friends. Got a job, still using though, and the fact that she used to, didn't help me none cause I was paying for both our habits.
I leave there after a few months to live with my parents again. Everything is good, still using but keeping it under control until one day my buddy is like, "Hey I can get some heroin, want to try it?" I go fuck yes.
So we try that and well what do you know? I loved it. I just snorted it for a few months. Then I ended up getting a clean needle and had my buddy do it for me first. It was like I went to heaven. From there on, if I wasn't hooked already, I was then.
More back story, sorry people, I just want to be thorough. Also, I've never really typed it out before or even explained a lot of it to anyone. To this day, only my parents, grandparents and my closest 2 friends, know I was addicted to Opiates. I'm not your typical user, I'm careful. I used clean needles, alcohol wipes, made sure prep was perfect.
I always stuck to the motto "You can always do more, but you can't do less." Especially when it comes to Heroin or other drugs of that nature that aren't made at a pharmaceutical company meticulously measured out.
I also had shots for years and years of my pre-teen and teen years for allergies so shooting up never bothered me.
Actually now that I think about it, shooting up was more addicting than the drug itself. It is a sick sort of satisfaction.
Alright, so back to my bio of sorts. I was shooting up for a few months, my then fiance told me all the times she cheated on me and that she was pregnant with this other guys kid, she told me this all over the phone mind you. She cheated on me with 7 different guys apparently, she told me so non nonchalantly that I was kind of taken a back. It was as if she was telling me how her day was going. So, emotionally I was a train wreck. I spent 4 years with this Woman, I planned things around her, I was planning my life around her.
So naturally, I fell hard into Heroin's comforting arms. I started stealing from my parents for money, anything to keep me numb. Well, my parents eventually kicked me out almost filed a police report for the $2,000 worth of copper and silver I stole from my dad. My Dad and I don't get a long, but I would of never stole from my parents had I been in the right state of mind. I took the clothes on my back and some shit I could sell. Sold my shit and went and stayed with a middleman of sorts. Well he and his girl didn't have heat and the Winter in Indiana last winter was bad. -30F outside, snow everywhere, mini blizzards. I ran out of money and eventually was starving, the two I was staying with were addicts too and didn't have much to offer. After a week and a half just getting scraps of food and heroin, I realized I had hit rock bottom and the only way I'm climbing out of this hole is by getting away.
I called my friend and he came and picked me up. I stayed sober for 2 weeks until my package came in the mail. After living with my buddy, which was like living in a hell hole most of the time cause they were all fucked up on that Spice.
I started smoking weed again, and I didn't have panic attacks anymore. After 2 years of not smoking, I can finally enjoy weed again. Well that and realizing how much of a POS human being I was, I realized that enough was enough.
Since January 2014, I have been clean and sober ever since I decided for myself that enough was enough. Will power is more than enough, you just got to want to live and hit rock bottom. If you hit it and think theres no way you can bounce back, put that bullshit to the side.
Anything you put your mind to, you can do. Now if only, I can quit cigarettes.
.
Not sure if my story will help and all and I left a lot of details out, but I felt like I needed to get it off my chest.
Also, I want to say, Heroin in itself as a drug is not a unsafe or bad drug as long as your careful, everything that it entails and the embodiment of Heroin is what makes it a bad drug.
If you read through all of this,
Thank you.
I'm new to this forum, I've creeped over the years on this forum but never decided to make an account till today.
Well, I want to share my experience with you guys. I want to lay some back story. I'm 23, grew up in a middle class family, only child. Dad used to be addicted to Opiates also. Quit and went to rehab before I was 5.
Anyways, I smoked a lot of weed in high school and and did some Shrooms. I tried Cocaine once when I was in my Junior year. But I didn't experiment with other drugs till later on.
The end of my Junior year I had my wisdom teeth pulled out. Well they gave me a whole script of Percocets. I had never done an opiate until this point. It helped the pain go away, but a day later and I wasn't in pain anymore and just had a whole script of percs. My friend told me that they can fuck you up, so we took a couple each and from that moment on, Opiates were my go to. A few months later and I had a panic attack from a shitty week and being my first panic attack and being stoned. I had no idea what was going on. I went to the hospital for a heart attack. They told me it was just heartburn that somehow made my heart rate stay resting at 170bpm. Stupid ass doctors.
Well, every time I tried to smoke weed after that, it sent me into panic attacks. So I quit smoking weed, I had to fill the void with something and what would you know it, Opiates help anxiety also. Well for a year, I was just with Percs and vics. Maybe get a whole 10 mg one and be stoked about that back then lol.
Well, I moved to Orlando, Florida when I was 20 to go to Film school. Well no one bothered to tell me that Florida at the time was Oxy capital of the states, so wasn't hard to find that. Ended up banging Oxy for a few months, had to move back home after a year. Hit my home connect on the drive back from Florida to Indiana and even after a year he was still good. I stayed with my then Fiance and her friends. Got a job, still using though, and the fact that she used to, didn't help me none cause I was paying for both our habits.
I leave there after a few months to live with my parents again. Everything is good, still using but keeping it under control until one day my buddy is like, "Hey I can get some heroin, want to try it?" I go fuck yes.
So we try that and well what do you know? I loved it. I just snorted it for a few months. Then I ended up getting a clean needle and had my buddy do it for me first. It was like I went to heaven. From there on, if I wasn't hooked already, I was then.
More back story, sorry people, I just want to be thorough. Also, I've never really typed it out before or even explained a lot of it to anyone. To this day, only my parents, grandparents and my closest 2 friends, know I was addicted to Opiates. I'm not your typical user, I'm careful. I used clean needles, alcohol wipes, made sure prep was perfect.
I always stuck to the motto "You can always do more, but you can't do less." Especially when it comes to Heroin or other drugs of that nature that aren't made at a pharmaceutical company meticulously measured out.
I also had shots for years and years of my pre-teen and teen years for allergies so shooting up never bothered me.
Actually now that I think about it, shooting up was more addicting than the drug itself. It is a sick sort of satisfaction.
Alright, so back to my bio of sorts. I was shooting up for a few months, my then fiance told me all the times she cheated on me and that she was pregnant with this other guys kid, she told me this all over the phone mind you. She cheated on me with 7 different guys apparently, she told me so non nonchalantly that I was kind of taken a back. It was as if she was telling me how her day was going. So, emotionally I was a train wreck. I spent 4 years with this Woman, I planned things around her, I was planning my life around her.
So naturally, I fell hard into Heroin's comforting arms. I started stealing from my parents for money, anything to keep me numb. Well, my parents eventually kicked me out almost filed a police report for the $2,000 worth of copper and silver I stole from my dad. My Dad and I don't get a long, but I would of never stole from my parents had I been in the right state of mind. I took the clothes on my back and some shit I could sell. Sold my shit and went and stayed with a middleman of sorts. Well he and his girl didn't have heat and the Winter in Indiana last winter was bad. -30F outside, snow everywhere, mini blizzards. I ran out of money and eventually was starving, the two I was staying with were addicts too and didn't have much to offer. After a week and a half just getting scraps of food and heroin, I realized I had hit rock bottom and the only way I'm climbing out of this hole is by getting away.
I called my friend and he came and picked me up. I stayed sober for 2 weeks until my package came in the mail. After living with my buddy, which was like living in a hell hole most of the time cause they were all fucked up on that Spice.
I started smoking weed again, and I didn't have panic attacks anymore. After 2 years of not smoking, I can finally enjoy weed again. Well that and realizing how much of a POS human being I was, I realized that enough was enough.
Since January 2014, I have been clean and sober ever since I decided for myself that enough was enough. Will power is more than enough, you just got to want to live and hit rock bottom. If you hit it and think theres no way you can bounce back, put that bullshit to the side.
Anything you put your mind to, you can do. Now if only, I can quit cigarettes.
.Not sure if my story will help and all and I left a lot of details out, but I felt like I needed to get it off my chest.
Also, I want to say, Heroin in itself as a drug is not a unsafe or bad drug as long as your careful, everything that it entails and the embodiment of Heroin is what makes it a bad drug.
If you read through all of this,
Thank you.
