Cocaine addiction

Posted by on Jan 19, 2015 in Experience | 0 comments

Doctor: Ok, Hi. How old are you? Patient: I am 23. Doctor: Where did you come from? Patient: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Doctor: When did you start using drugs? Patient: I started around 16, started smoking weed, and gradually started taking different drugs. Doctor: What kind of drugs did you take? Patient: I smoked weed, I tried extasy, I tried cocaine and then I found oxys and heroin. Doctor: How long did it last? Patient: The heroin lasted and oxys about two years. Doctor: And why did you decide to get treatment? Patient: I just needed help. I was doing outrageous things to get money and I was just unproductive to society. And I decide to change. Doctor: And how do you feel now? Patient: Now I feel good, I feel great. I’m healthy and clean. Doctor: What changed so far? Patient: My whole life changed for the better. Everything is normal and good. Doctor: Are you satisfied with your life now without narcotics? Patient: Yeah, of course it’s just way better, you wake up normal and you go to sleep no worrying how to get next fix the next day and this is nothing like. Doctor: For how long have you been clean? Patient: A year. Doctor: Are you satisfied now after this year, how do you feel? Patient: I feel great, just got to keep going. Doctor: You returning back now to Canada? Patient: Yeah. Doctor: What are your plans for the future? Patient: I’ll just be normal, doing normal things, get a normal job and just live life relaxed and normally. Doctor: Ok, I wish you all the best. Patient: Thank...

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Heroin addict true storie

Posted by on Jan 18, 2015 in Life story | 0 comments

Mark, age 34, heroin addiction Long before went through heroin detox program treatment, in my childhood, i could see roots of my future addiction. My childhood was really hard. Father had a problem with alcohol. He was often argued with my mother, beat her … She could not longer stand that pressure, she wanted a divorce. The moment when he saw lawyers at his doorstep, he was aware of situation, and he took his own life. We were left alone with a mother who was trying to take us to the right path. I know that was not easy for her. I’m sure that all of that problems left major consequences later for me as a formed man. I managed to stand up for myself, finished school, got a job. I married a girl who was always there for me. I had a lot of friends, most of them used heroin, believe me that a had no intention to try. Everything was going in the right direction, but … My life changed in just one day. Again, I was not guilty for a bad situation. My brother, who ran into bad company in an armed robbery took the life of another man. He ended up in jail. And his agony has become mine. The time has come, to hear the terrible judgment. First time using heroin A few days before going to court, I was very nervous. I could not calm down myself. Jitters turned into fear, fear that I will again lose a dear person. I talked with my friends about it, and they had a proposal. They advised me to take heroin. They told me that I would be completely calm and I will succeed thanks to heroin to control emotions. They told me that one time is not going to make me an addict. My brother got a heavy punishment , which was a burden on my back. I started taking heroin once in two weeks. Heroin relaxed me and I could even just for a moment forget about problems. Then again something terrible happened to me . I was devoted to work, free time is almost non-existent. I rarely visited my brother, several times I put off going to a jail. In the end I did not get to see him one last time, or to hear his voice. I gave my word that I will come to visit him, and I never did. The phone rang, and from the prison hospital told me that my brother had died from a heart attack. The feeling of guilt was eating me, and I looked for solution in heroin. I took it more and more often, almost every day. One morning I woke up and realized that I was sick. My body was no longer function normally without heroin. The crises were...

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Confessions of a heroin addict

Posted by on Jan 18, 2015 in Life story | 0 comments

Nenad, heroin addiction Before I went for a drug detox at the clinic i was reminiscing about my past. I was a happy child, raised in working class family. My parents loved me and took care of my brother and me. They did their best to provide us with everything we needed. I finished high school and found job as a salesman, but all the time I had the idea of being a truck driver. As soon as I passed the driving test, I started my career in the profession I enjoyed being a truck driver. I had good company, and as time went by, they all got married and started families, and somehow, we grew distant. One day I met a friend from my childhood on the street. We went in for a drink and to catch up. Soon, two of his friends joined us. They were amusing, but I’ve noticed something else. It didn’t take me long to figure out from their stories that they are taking drugs, that they occasionally take heroin to feel good. And that’s how they seemed to me. I started hanging out with them, because I had great time. Everything was fine until the day I felt awful. I had no work, I had an argument with my parents and I felt miserable, depressed. I didn’t have anyone to talk to, and I didn’t want to bother others with my problems, so I called my new friends. I asked them to get me heroin so I could taste it. They brought me what I asked for and warned me to be careful. ”I want take drugs, of course. I just want to try and se if it can relax me a bit”. So, I tried, and it was awesome. I felt great. I am kind of person that likes to tray everything, and it would be great if I stopped at that. But I didn’t. And that day, I would remember as the worst day of my life. I found a new job, everything was working out for me, and then I messed up. Two years passed by in a blink of an eye, and I was high all the time. First few months I took drugs once or twice per week, then every day, increasing dosage. One day I just stopped to think about what’s going on, and I was terrified. I had no job, everyone turned back on me, I had no money, and what’s worse- I realized I had no control, what so ever over drugs. I am not consuming it to feel good anymore. I am taking it because I have to, so I could feel normal. And I panicked. Can’t stop using heroin I decided to quit with drugs. I started with decreasing the dosage. After few days, I felt melancholy, boredom,...

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