rwa0009

Ok so here is the story of how I became addicted to painkillers. It actually started about 4 years ago when a buddy of mine offered me a line of hydrocodone. At first I said no because my buddy always seemed to be so messed up all of the time and I didn't want that to happen to me. (It turned out that he took insane amounts of xanax). Anyway, I finally caved and snorted the line. I liked it. I didn't ask for more but I remember that I liked the euphoria and from that moment on I remembered the name Hydrocodone.
At the time I worked as a caregiver for an elderly couple. As I was putting away their clothes in a drawer in their bedroom I noticed three big pill bottles. I looked at the labels and they all said Hydrocodone. Remembering the euphoria from the line I snorted days ago, I made the worst decision of my life and took one of the pills. Once again, euphoria. To make a long story short, I began stealing these pills. I justified it in my head by thinking that they had a huge supply and got their pills monthly so I figured they wouldn't even notice. And they didn't. This is where and when my habit started. I carried on this way for about three months. After a while they began hiding these pills because they finally caught on to me. This was my first experience going through withdrawals. Once I finally started feeling better, I decided I would never touch those pills ever again. However, as time went by they began leaving their pills out in the open again and I couldn't help myself. Realizing that this had turned into a huge problem for me, I decided to quit that job just so I could get away from the pills. I then moved back home to my parents house.
I will continue this story in my next post.