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Heroin Addicts

There are many different types of heroin addicts. This drug, like many others, doesn’t discriminate by age, race, gender, or social status. Heroin addicts range from early teens to the elderly. Rich businessmen to the extremely poor and homeless. White, black, yellow or brown. Heroin does not care. Although it will always, inevitably strip any and all of these people of their very being. There is not, nor will there ever be a successful and happy heroin addict.

The reason is because this drug is so extremely addictive, mentally and physically. It becomes the addict’s number one purpose in life. Many become addicted the first time they try this drug. I know this from experience, because I was once a heroin addict. For many, many years I struggled with the miserable life that being physically and mentally dependant on this drug entailed. Yet I can still remember the first time I tried it! Most heroin addicts can. I remember every detail of that day like it was yesterday, even though it’s been 15 years since that evil devil called Heroin clamped its mighty grip on me. I was addicted instantly.

Unfortunately, heroin, unlike crack addiction, is a bit more subtle in its demise. At least for me it was. I was addicted to heroin for a few years before I even realized what a grip it had on me. At first, it was cheap enough, that I could afford it daily and go about my business. I was still able to take care of my daily routines with no problem, which back then really just consisted of community college and a part time job at a restaurant. I just snorted the powder heroin called “cheiva” back then. Because I just snorted it, I thought I was better than the other heroin addicts that ‘shot up’, which is the intravenous method.

After a few years, my tolerance got higher, and due to the high demand for heroin in my area, costs of the heroin became more expensive. This was also because the police were cracking down severely. Slowly, it became harder and harder for me to get my heroin because of the cost being so much more. I got the physical withdrawal symptoms for the first time. I finally began to see what this drug was turning me into. I was becoming the shell of the human being I once was. By this time, it was too late. This is where my spiral down into the depths of hell started.

I eventually, like most heroin addicts, began shooting up the heroin. This was such an awesome high. Of course I was risking overdose every single time I put that needle in my arm, but I didn’t care. This was my life. This was now what defined me. I was a full blown heroin addict, a junkie. I didn’t care if I lived or died, as long as I wasn’t ‘sick’. Most heroin addicts understand this hopelessness.

Thankfully, I was rescued from this life. A family member did for me what I could not do for myself. She found a drug treatment center. A lot of heroin addicts don’t get this chance that I did. Most heroin addicts, like many of my old high school friends, die of an overdose or end up in prison. I was lucky, and took full advantage of this opportunity by doing everything ‘they’ told me to do. My way didn’t work, so now it was time to try Narconons’ way.  It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. Narconon has saved my life, and I thank God for this 2nd chance that I’ve been given every single day.

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