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My Drug Addiction Was Winning (6)

I called my parents who agreed to pick me up. It was time to kick again and I was scared. I started to get sick a few hours later at their home and I got so sick that I had to be hospitalized. I don’t remember much about the hospital except throwing up and crying and sleeping. Five days later I was released and my parents were in the car with my things. They drove me straight back to New Jersey where I swore I was going to start over.

I got a job and managed to not do heroin for one month. I began drinking all the time to curb my cravings and as soon as I got the change I relapsed. The first time I used I almost overdosed and began throwing up everywhere. I was in downtown Philadelphia with a friend and got really sick. He offered me support and then a crack pipe. For the next few weeks I went from drinking and taking painkillers to snorting coke and to snorting heroin to smoking crack. I would take any buzz that I could get to just avoid being in my own skin. I hated myself and what I had become. I couldn’t even look anyone in the eye and I had failed at confronting myself and my problem. My drug addiction was winning. And every time I tried to kick the physical craving would send me back for more.

While I was killing myself my parents were doing everything they could to help me. My father began researching drug and alcohol rehabilitation centers on the Internet. We were all scared because we knew of many 12-step, 28 day rehabs that others had tried and that didn’t work. My parents did not want to gamble with my life, and they knew it wouldn’t be long before I killed myself. I was slowly dying.

posted by E. Catton @ 8:07 AM