Comments on: Addiction stories: Hellish Heroin – Bambi’s heroin addiction story

By: robin

robin — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 04:43:40 +0000

Found this website when I googled “Is there any hope for crack and heroin addiction.” My son’s first rehab was at 18. He is 26 gonna be 27 this year. His first rehab was cocaine and oxy’s. For three years now he is a heroin addict shooting it mixed with cocaine. Since the last year he is now doing the heroin mixed with cocaine and smoking crack. He has an 8 year old daughter whose father has been in and out of rehabs all her life. Her mother died in a car accident just past her first birthday on the night my son was going to ask her to marry him. Since then he has been on a train wreck straight in the pits of hell. I now have guardianship of her thru the courts. He is still in her life and causing alot of emotional problems for her. Since the heroin he has not been able to be clean for longer than 2 weeks. (he was doing well for a few months just abit ago for the first time.) He found a christian girl who I love to death and he is on the road to ruining that. We have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars for treatment. His grandmother still provides him a place to live. I won’t let him live with me. I can’t afford for him to steal from me and my mother lives like a prisoner in her own home (her choice). It has destroyed everyone in our family. I can’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel anymore. He has had numerous drug charges on him. Theft. You name it yet he seems to get out of it thru the help of a high priced attorney my parents pay for. I do know this he has pretty much lost everything that matters in life, has no money, steals, lies, cheats and still he has not hit his “bottom”. I’m wondering if he has a bottom. He has od’d and they had to revive him twice, still uses. His cousin was buried from heroin overdose, he still uses. My fear is he will die. He looks like death, no veins really left in his arms. has hep c. Only my faith in God and the saving life of Jesus Christ do I cling to in the darkest of times. I pray for every addict. The pain they not only cause themselves but the pain they cause everyone they love is so heart wrenching. The lies the addict believes and tells themselves is incredible. I know my son hates himself and what he has done but can’t get out of the grip of his first true love – the dope. That is his only friend besides the drug dealer. Please get help everyone and stay the course. Look up nutrition. Big key if you are willing to try it. Prayers to all of you and God Bless!

By: laura

laura — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 06:52:34 +0000

i have a boyfriend now of 3 years and hes been fighting herion for 10 years i love him but he dont care bout my feeling i sit up at night worring bout him theres nights he dont come home when we first got together he was clean 8 months later gets herion again and this is an on going battle with him i dont do drugs and dont think i can take much more of this he says he dont need help when i bring it up he gets very rude to me so i think here in a few dayz in gunna leave and then he will have noone but him self to thank for this this drugg is stupid and takes over people u only live once why not be happy with the ones that love u

By: Lexy

Lexy — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 02:43:49 +0000

Hey. My name is Lexy, short for Alexa. I’m 17 years old and i’m addicted to heroin. My boyfriend and my old girl-friends started out snorting percocets and OC’s about 2 years ago. It was the new thing in my town, and it lost its stigma, SO many people i knew were doing it. It was a love affair with snorting 80′s, til they were discontinued in CT. I quickly discovered Opanas, and began spending $60 a pill. I had tried H once, thrown my guts up and never touched it again. Here I am, months later trying to get rid of my growing coke/crack habit. Again, this was the new thing! Smoke some crack (which sounded like something only homeless junkies do) then snort some dope to come down! Heroin started out as fun, i had always loved opiates. I’d always tell myself I won’t get addicted, I’m just a teenager having fun yanno!! Well, it quickly turned into an every weekend event, a few times a week event, to a few times a day. I needed my fix or else I felt like I was dying. I’ve never IVed or smoked it, just snorted it. I love the sting in my nose, i love the taste of the drips, i love smoking a cigarette after blowing a few bags. It erases all pain and worry, and i am craving it more than ever right now. i’ve been clean for 5 days since my school called me into the office, taking my blood pressure, checking my pupils, etc. I had no idea what had brought this on, since my heroin problem had been well kept. (or so i thought) i had blown a bag or two the morning of. Pissed off, i sat in the office waiting for my parents and figured theyd ask for a pee sample once we got home and that i’d go into my nasty pee stash and whip up some clean pee for mama. did not go quite as planned, and my mother brought me to the ER. I felt so looked down upon as my mother told them I was here for heroin withdrawals. They looked at me like they didnt understand why I was doing it. I know an equal amount of girls that do dope as I do guys, maybe girls just keep it a better secret. Anyways, after laying there sweating chills up my spine for almost 2 hours, the doctor prescribes me clonodine and ativan and sends me home just like that. I detoxed at home and I am not allowed to have any visitors. My boyfriend and I have been together for 5 years, and he’s my bestfriend and we are both getting clean. I just want to see him and hug him and have him tell me i’m going to be okay but she insists hes going to bring me drugs. We had a relationship before dope, I want to continue a healthy relationship without it. I just feel so helpless and alone… his family is treating him so different mine is trying to “tough love” me when all i need is real love… Keeping me locked in my room 24 hours a day isnt helping my depression that i already have. Anyone know how i feel?

By: Michelle

Michelle — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 12:05:13 +0000

After read your story,I felt that is a light at the end of the tunnel,I started with my boyfriend popping percocets,vicodin,morphine,roxys,oxys and any kind of painkiller we can get our hands on,then one day the people we used to buy pills run out of them or stop getting prescription,and my boyfriend told me,if I want dope,so I will not feel sick,and of course I said yes,without hesitate where I put myself through.
after 1,5 years popping pills every single day,I decided to snort my first bag of dope,I felt so good and I remember throw up my guts,and after that first bag,I so want more and more,and my tolerance was so high,that I was doing more than my boyfriend,and hiding my stash so I could do all by myself,after he left for work,we started fighting,and wasnt a relationship anymore,was dope sick love,we constantly arguing,and he was abusive,but I didn’t care at the time,the more we fight,the more dope I want to do it.
Everyday was a constanly hustle with money to score my next fix,I came to a point that I spend all my money on dope,I didn’t care if I didnt have money to eat,if I have dope I was happy,That happen until I started selling my eletronics and everything I could make a quick cash to support this gruesome habit,and I was so terribly depressed and feeling suicidal,hopeless and so miserable,no social life,no friends,I stopped going to concerts(Heavy Metal that I enjoyed the most) and the only thing I did,was getting high in my room for 2 and half years.
one day I wake up feeling the urge to call my parents to come and pick me up so I could move back with them,they first hesitated,but I was crying for help and they finally came and help me move out and I still doing while I was living with them.But one morning I wake up and went straight to my purse to get my bags to do a line and I could not find none of them,I was like going nuts,I swear I had them in my purse,well I look over,and over and nothing,I had this weird gut feelings that my mom,checked my purse and found them,and thats exactly what happened,not just her,but my dad as well,so they put me in detox follow up rehab,which I left on the 10th day,I relapsed and went back to detox,second time,and now here I am,I’ve been clean for only a week,and cannot stop think about nothing but dope,I dont know what to do anymore,this disease is killing me and my family slowly,I;m going to NA meetings everyday and think about it go to methadone or suboxone programs,please I take any suggestions,please help me!!!Thanks everybody and sorry to write this long story,I need to let it out,,,,,,

By: phil

phil — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 06:07:58 +0000

all i have to say is after reading your story i actually feel a little bit better about myself. well i have been clean from heroin for about 2 years now, but its almost like i try to pretend that it never even happened. just going day to day living my life… well it catches up with you at some point i guess. well pretty much the same exact thing happened to me, my best friend brought over a bag of dope after my father recently passing away,(i didnt have the best friends at the time) and it “appeared” to cure my depression. it got worse and worse progressively, much like you described, and before i knew it i was shooting up like 5 packs a day on a good day. after about a year of using, everything came crashing down hard and i got kicked out of my parents house, and fortunately my grandparents sent me to this rehab place in detroit where i found god. i just wanted to say to anybody struggling with this horrible addiction, that you can quit this! just keep yourself away from all aspects that are somehow related to dope, delete all your bad numbers, and most importantly stay positive!!! there is a way out of this madness, even though it may seem impossible. god bless