When I was a teen in the mid-2000s, my parents and I were the only drug busts we knew about.
Our family was lucky.
My dad worked in a law firm, my mom was an executive at an accounting firm, and I was in the fourth grade.
We’d go out to the mall, and we’d go buy drugs.
I remember going to the grocery store and grabbing a bottle of Vicodin and taking a Xanax and getting high.
At the mall we’d spend a lot of time with our friends, watching movies, and watching TV.
But that night at the mall I got hooked.
We were all high and I felt like it was my life, and so I decided I wanted to try heroin.
I didn’t have much of a choice.
After I got high, my friends wouldn’t take me to a therapist or anything.
I would have to take them.
My mother said, “You know, I don’t want to hear that shit anymore.”
I would be on heroin for a couple months, then I would go to a detox.
I could have gone to a psychiatrist.
The idea of going to detox was pretty horrible, but I knew if I did, I was going to be clean.
I’d already been clean for about a year and a half, and then I went into detox.
That was a good decision for me.
I wasn’t in the drug market, so I wasn’t going to go to jail.
I was clean for a year, but then I got addicted.
The next thing I knew, I’m on methadone, which is a medication that blocks opioids from reaching the brain.
So I had to have it again, and that’s when I started getting really bad.
It took a while for me to get my life back on track, but by then I was sober and I had a job.
That’s how I ended up on heroin.
It’s like I’m saying, I had my life on track.
I knew that if I didn’ t do something now, my life would be ruined, and my life was ruined by heroin.
You have to make a choice between life and death.
If I didn’,t do something, my wife would never forgive me.
But I knew I was doing the right thing by doing this.
I had an open relationship with my parents.
I don’ t have to do this anymore.
I got help.
Theres no reason to get high anymore.
So, I decided that I needed to take the pills, but when I took them, I didn,t know what I was supposed to do.
My mom started crying.
I thought, “What’s going on?
I can’t take this anymore.”
She started crying, and said, “(expletive) it.
She said, “[expletivously] I’m not taking any more pills.”
It was like a scene from a horror movie.
She had a lot going on in her head, and she didn’T have any idea what was going on.
I felt that I had done something wrong.
She didn’t think I was being a bad person.
I just wanted to make sure I was taking the pills right.
My doctor was like, “If you don’t get it right, it’s going to kill you.”
My mom told me that when she was younger, her boyfriend took me to the ER because he couldn’t take any more pain medication.
He said, You want to get hooked on heroin?
We don’t know if we’re going to get that way.
It was a long time before I got clean.
When I got out of detox, I found my job.
It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
After two months, I went back to rehab and started taking my pills again.
Then I started seeing a therapist again.
I started to see other people.
I began to talk about the pain and how I needed help.
I stopped talking about it to people, and when I would, I would stop.
Then, my family came to me, and they said, I can understand what you’re going through, but we don’t think you should be taking drugs anymore.
But we had no choice.
I decided to go on rehab, and in the first few weeks I started doing everything right.
I never had a relapse, but in the last two months I did get into it again.
The first two weeks were hard, and it wasn’t like I was getting clean for the first time.
But once I started making the right decisions, I stopped feeling bad.
I kept taking the pill.
The pain was gone, and the addiction was gone.
It went away.
I went to the hospital the next day and started getting better.
But then I started feeling bad again, so my mom called me and said it was time to go back to detox.
And I didn’;t feel like