Jelena, age 37, heroin abuser
After years and decades of taking heroin, it really is a critical period of my life. All considered, coming to drug detox hospital is the best decision i could ever make. I grew up with mom and grandmother. My parents divorced when I was 4 years old. After that, I saw my father 3 or 4 times, before he died from heroin overdose, when I was 12. My mom had me when she was 15, so practically; my grandma raised both me and my mom. I was a happy child, I was making new friends easily and I was a good pupil.
Smoke heroin for the first time
My friends were mostly older than me. They all smoked marihuana, so I tried and smoked with them. I enjoyed going out to the clubs, and one night I was drinking and having a great time. At some point, two acquaintances approached me, put something on the table and told me to draw a line. I didn’t ask anything, just sniffed the powder from the table. Soon enough I felt sick and threw up. I was 14 then, and I didn’t take anything until I was 17.
One day I fell and broke a leg. I lay in bed for months, and I got sick of it. There was a big party coming on, and I wanted to go there badly, but I couldn’t move. I was in too much pain. One of my friends felt sorry for me, so he brought me something that would lift me up and make me strong for the party. He brought me heroin and equipment to smoke it. After I smoked it I felt amazing, I got my energy and strength back, I felt like I could do anything. I was overwhelmed, especially because I could walk again after months of being in bed. After that experience, I started using heroin 2-3 times a week. I found guy who sold me drugs handsome, and soon, I fell in love with him, and we got married. We took drugs together over the next three years, regularly every day, couple of times per day. Since my husband is a dealer, we always had drugs, and every day we spent heroin in 60 euro value. We tried to get cured in the clinic in Africa, sleeping therapy that lasted for 5 days, but it didn’t help us. I got pregnant three years later, so that’s when I stopped with heroin. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and I didn’t use heroin in next two years. We lived in a trailer, I worked in administration, and so did my husband. Then, my husband started selling drugs again. One day I caught him locking himself in the bathroom. He never did that before, so when he got out, I searched him up and found heroin and smoking equipment on him. I didn’t think for a second, I took heroin myself. Just like that.
One day like heroin addict
My day looked like this: I wake up, feed my son, go to the bathroom to smoke heroin, get back and play with my son, then back to smoke heroin. And this goes on for hours. I had tough psychological crisis without heroin. I have obsessive thoughts about drugs, I think about how impossible my life is without it. I get hyperactive or depressed. I can’t straighten up my arms and legs, my through hurts, and I can’t swallow. I felt terrible without heroin.
My husband got arrested 5 years ago, and he is in prison now. After that I was in an abusive relationship with a man who beat me. I left him and turned him in to the police. My grandmother is demented now, she doesn’t recognize me, so I can’t talk to her like I used to. My mom won’t speak to me. She stopped talking to me when I got married, since she didn’t approve my husband being of different religion, and she is racist. It is too difficult for her to tolerate different people, so she just stopped communicating with me, her own daughter, just because my husband is not of the same religion.
Now I have new boyfriend, for two years now. He is also a drug addict, so we are both at the clinic for treatment. I believe this clinic is excellent for cleaning body and soul. After I get finish the treatment, I plan to find a job, and renovate the new apartment so I could live there with my boyfriend and my son, who is everything to me.