Well, that is a difficult question. I fell in love with opiates the day I sniffed my first oxcodone 30. I used to love to do a few and ride my motorcycle more than anything in the world. Its hard to pinpoint when it happened, I guess it wasn't all at once but three years and god knows how many thousands of dollars later it wasn't fun anymore. I had went from planning and doing them on my days off to literally not being able to work without something. Three 30s would barely touch me. I remember once I crushed up seven 30s and railed it. I lost everything, quit and now two years later I am just beginning to put my life back together. I can't even ride my motorcycle which is the one thing I love to do, that makes me feel really good without drugs because I lost my license being an idiot. I had the absolute worst year of my life suffering from paws really bad and looking back to see all I lost. I tried to kill myself one day and couldn't do it. I ended up in a mental hospital more than once that year. It was over 8 months clean before I could sleep more than four hours a night, but the worst thing that it took from me was natural happiness. For months and months I couldn't see the beauty in nature, didn't love the sunshine like I always did before and spent hours trying to sleep and wishing I wouldn't wake ever up. Its so scary because during that time you think that is how you will feel forever. That drug took my hope away from me. I finally have it back now and feel like my old self again, although I still have to deal with everything in my life I screwed up now.