Heroin Addiction & Recovery Blog

I finally feel as though I have managed to shake the feeling that I am missing out on some thing special if I am not out on the streets with other heroin addicts and users. I will never be able to explain the way things are within what can only be described as a community. By community I mean heroin addicts will look out for each other and yes addicts will steal and cheat to get a hit but in my time of heroin addiction I have met some people which have never done me any wrong and when I’ve been ill wandering about trying to get a lighter to cook up it would never be a normal person to help me out but another addict.

Without methadone I don’t doubt I would never of got clean but I know I wouldn’t of been able to get clean when I did the methadone allowed me to wake up and drink a small bottle of liquid rather then having to find £30 minimum to feed my habit and unlike many people think heroin addicts rarely get “high” or have a “good” time in fact it is the total opposite you wake up feeling sick, sweaty, paranoid, agitated, watering eyes and nose, stomach cramps the list goes on and until you get that hit of heroin you will be ill.

Only now do I feel I have the motivation to stay away from both all those who were my so called friends within our community as well as fully staying away from heroin, crack and of course the lifestyle which gave me a high just like that of drugs. I don’t know why I always grew up glamorizing drugs and of course it started with smoking weed, sniffing coke, popping pills, doing speed then ketamine then crack and finally heroin.

Sorry for rambling today I just thought I would write what was on my mind and as you can see I have been thinking back to the lifestyle I was living this time last year. Before I go I would like to add I do miss the lifestyle I felt as though I belonged for the first time when really I was destroying myself. I had lots of people round me and at times very pretty girls and they would come and sit in the van I was driving at the time and ask me why I was using and that I should stop little did they know the pain I had inside from losing my son and just for the record I didn’t lose my son due to heroin addiction in fact I never used heroin before I lost my son.

Well I hope all of my readers are doing ok sorry for rambling on about the past just some times I find it helps