xxpurplehazexx
Bluelighter
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- Jul 18, 2012
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I'm not sure if this is the right place, but to anyone who has tried/has an addiction to heroin, what does it feel like?
Seriously? No one has answered this? Am I breaking some unwritten rule by being the first to break the silence? Are we afraid that we might make it sound too appealing and lead the poor poster down the path to destruction? Or no one can find words to describe it sufficiently? I'll do my best to share my own personal experience. The first time I did h I was surprised because I expected it to be more intense, like in the movies where they go off into some kind of dreamy, LSDish, slow motion kind of trip. Instead, it was more subtle. At first I noticed my limbs felt a bit heavy and I was very warm like when I drink. Aside from that I just felt entirely... content. I just leaned back, answered my boyfriend that yes, I was fine, and decided that everything was just fine. Everything. That's the thing. 20 minutes before I was drowning in anxiety because I hadn't hadn't done drugs in 6 years until the last few weeks when somehow I'd stumbled back into the old world of meth. It was not a place I'd ever wanted to go back to but I was brainwashed by LOVE and following the most beautiful person I've ever seen (including famous ones) into whatever mess he wanted to jump into. So there I was all filled with dread that I was about to lose control of my life and lose all that I'd worked for in the last 6 years, plus immensely self-conscious being near this man who made me feel like a nervous high school kid around him. (In fact, I was 37 at the time & he was 35-ridiculous) And somehow I found myself letting him give me my first shot ever of heroin - 2 firsts in 1. And then I finally relaxed. And understood why people got so addicted to this stuff. I was perfectly coherent & not all wasted & out of it - it wasn't very much, just enough. I just felt, more than anything, that everything was alright and even if something bad happened or some difficulty were to present itself that I could handle it. It was a huge relief. We spent the rest of the night scratching each other (it makes you itch like crazy, but not in a bad way,) and feeling good and kind of having sex. But since it made it hard for him to get,well, hard,and practically impossible to orgasm, we mostly just laid in bed touching, scratching, kissing and feeling good. It was probably the best time I ever had on h. The next morning I woke up and puked. And puked all day. Even water wouldn't stay down.
Now that I've made it sound good, let me skip to the end of the story. Now, when I do a really good shot I can get the itch still. Otherwise it just makes me feel normal. If I don't do any I start to feel absolutely wretched in a way I can't begin to describe. There are several threads here that will tell you about that. The beautiful man? We went through hell for the next year and it was the happiest time of my life. The only time that was better was the year BEFORE we started getting high. Next week will be the one year anniversary of the day I woke up and found him dead on the floor next to the bed. It was supposed to be my wedding anniversary just a couple of days later.
If you want to know what heroin feels like, take a valium. It's not the same, but close enough. Or jump out of a plane with no parachute. I'm sure it feels great to fly for 55 seconds... then you hit the ground. If you're lucky you might end up dead. If not, you get to be the one who lives with the guilt and the loss and the anger and emptiness and the hopelessness that is the price of heroin.