I stayed clean for two months. Until I didn’t.
The next time I did heroin I overdosed, a second time. The date was 1/19
I don’t even like to talk about this day because it was just plain dumb. Why I would ever touch the stuff again is beyond me. But I did. And here we are.
My stepmom did CPR on me for over 30 minutes waiting for an ambulance to show up. I woke up on my bedroom floor after being shot up with narcan (again) with nothing but regret and disgust. But through that relapse I found myself again. I didn’t know who I wanted to be or where I wanted to go. I did however know who I didn’t want to be and where I didn’t want to go. And that was one of two options. Dead or in jail. I picked up the pieces of my life that day and GREW THE HECK UP.
Not many people get a second chance at life, and they definitely don’t get a third. I was one of the lucky ones, which is why I’m sharing my story.
I wouldn’t wish this disease on my worst enemy, and I wish I could take the needle from an addict’s arm and make them realize what a beautiful world they have waiting for them.
But the choice is theirs. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves. It’s a tough uphill battle, but it’s worth it. I look back at those two weeks I spent in bed getting clean of this drug, and although it was hell…it was TWO weeks.
The important thing to remember once you get clean is to change your surroundings, cut off all people that use. I don’t care if you THINK they are your best friends, cut them off. And get your life back. In time, you will inspire others to do the same. THAT’S what a friend is. That’s what taking control of your life is. You deserve it. You’re worth it.
You’re always ONE decision away from a totally different life.
