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

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

By: luke

luke — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 20:30:02 +0000

hi my name is lucas an the best way to say this is i smoked brown for almost six months and it did not take long to hit bottom for me. when i started to notice this happend i got robed all the time my friends even would steal clothes shoes food or just anything worth money. then my mom started noticing me change i wouldnt eat or and pass out at strange times so she lookd all this up on google and she only had ideas in her mind. then shortly after she found reynolds wrap in my room and i said idk how it got there must off been there for a long time and she bought it. but still smokn someone close to me my best friend actually told her what i was doing and she told me tht she just wanted to hangout just us two and i thought nothing of this untill i was infront of a evaluation center and u know what they told me i needed help which i figured would happen but they denied me of any methadone or suboxone my opinion tht was stupid as fuck i need to quit just drop it not likely so for the next few days i could not sleep my les would cramp up and make me drop to the ground. and had nigh sweets every night,, and its three months later now an only used once and cant even live at my moms house anymore i had to move to kenmore with my aunt. just want sum feed back see wat people go tru about this drug. still to this day i think about it every day i miss the smell the taste the nodds everything about it i have dreams where i just smoke a piece that wont go away never gets any smaller, then i wake up covered in sweat fucn sad man.