Same here. The love of my life, the needle, was there for me. We had a lot of amazing times together. But it starts to get jealous and want more and more of you.
Coming out of that room (the drug)....that place that is warm, painless, and happy, and stay out was the hardest thing I've ever done. Reality in that room was a facade. It wasn't real reality.
I don't romanticize my drug past. I always remember clearly that it tried to kill me and would kill me if I let it. IF I LET IT. I won't let it.
Maybe we have it harder, I don't know. I hear that saying, too, about the best day drunk/high, etc. and I just shake my head inside. I think wow, not me.