I hope my story is helping you. As hard as it is, it is definitely helping me to share these memories and talk about what I experienced.
I told you how it all started with a paper cut, which led me to my mom’s old prescription painkillers. Soon I was ordering them online and sometimes taking ten or more pills a day.
But it wasn’t enough.
The problem with painkillers is they are highly addictive. The body gets used to them, and you have to take more and more to get the same high.
Pain pills were expensive, and I was getting a little paranoid about ordering them through the mail. I needed another solution; something cheaper and less risky to get my hands on that would get me even higher than the pain pills.
I was on an online chat forum on the same website where I got the pain pills. I started talking to someone who lived in my area. He said he could help me out with my problem.
We met up at a park near my house, and he sold me a little container of sticky black goo. I didn’t know what it was and I didn’t care, as long as it worked to get me high. It was much cheaper than the pain pills, and I was less scared to meet up at a park a block from home with someone than giving my address and having pills sent to me through the mail more times.
The guy also sold me a little pipe and told me how to use the goo. He loaded up the pipe for me, and we sat on the park bench and smoked it right there.
I was immediately hooked. After just a couple hits, I was higher than I’d ever been from the pain pills and I loved it.
Drugs made me not have to think about the bad memories. I didn’t have flashbacks when I was high, and if I smoked right before bed, I didn’t have nightmares either and could actually sleep through the night. I didn’t have to worry about college or work or any responsibilities. I could just sink into the blissful euphoria of the high, and everything was great.
Of course, I quickly discovered that the black goo was heroin, but by then it was too late. I was completely physically and psychologically addicted.
Keep reading to find out what happened when I hit rock bottom.