You know how when you’re driving along and it’s pouring down rain. Then you drive under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful.
Thats how I would describe shooting heroin...
The only problem is you finally get out from under the bridge and everything hits you a even harder than before.
Back in the day heroin was my escape from the craziness of my life. Instead of dealing with my problems I would just ignore them away with drugs. They were my respite. However the problems didn’t go away, they actually compiled on each other and worsened. When I would come out of my sedated state of mind I would find all my old problems along with a whole mountain of new ones. My life just got crazier and crazier, the drugs numbed me less and less. This went on until death seemed like my only way out, I truly welcomed the thought and got extremely reckless with my use. I can recall waking up in a hospital after an overdose bitter and completely ungrateful that my friend dialed 911 to save my life.
Today however I am nothing but grateful to be here and I am enjoying life on a whole new level. Just the simple fact that all the pain and misery I went through serves a purpose to help someone else means the world to me and has given my life purpose.
What changed?
I simply accepted the help from someone who lived in similar shoes before. If you can relate to anything I'm saying and need help please let me know and I will reach out and do my best.