No one knows if they’re going to be an addict or what they’re going to be addicted to. At age 14, I took my first pain pill. I became heavily addicted until age 24. I was introduced to heroin at age 24 and continued to abuse prescription pain medications and heroin for 12 more years. In April of 2016, I ended up overdosing for the first time in my life it only took one bag. I was clinically dead for almost 12 minutes: eyes fixed and dilated, skin blue, and not breathing.
I can’t tell you what that does to a person when they actually survived it—realized they have died and were brought back by the grace of God. Technically, I should not have been able to be brought back. And the funny thing is that did not stop me, even though I did not know what side of Eternity I would have woken up on.
Another month went by of using heroin on a regular heavy basis. One night, I realized as I was trying to get well that my life would be ended very soon if I did not stop suffering from Hepatitis B and C, along with tumors on my liver, poor health, and chronic pain. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I sought refuge at a detox in North Carolina called CRC. There they used Suboxone to detox me and I am now almost 30 days clean. I go to NA meetings everyday, on a regular basis. I’ve met new friends, new family, and starting to heal my relationships with my immediate family.
The story doesn’t end there because I have a new life. Right now I’m on a Suboxone regimen and look forward to living the rest of my life clean. Recovery is possible if you want it. It took me losing my life and everything that I loved and had all my possessions, my money, my mom and dad’s money, my notoriety, my self-worth, my self-esteem, my relationships, family, and friends before I hit rock bottom—not to mention several good jobs and several relationships with females that would have been great relationships. I say this to you because there is hope.
You have to want it. You have to pursue recovery much harder than you ever did pursuing drugs of any kind. Life does get better: it is doable and is it easy to deal with life on life’s terms now. But as drug addicts, we have a disease of the brain that infects everyone and everything around us—all the people we love, all of our friends, our jobs, our whole lives and for sure ourselves. Is it going to be easy? No, but is it going to be worth it? Most certainly.
I hope you take my word with every bit of seriousness you have and I pray for each and every heroin and pain pill addict in the country, along with all the other addicts as well. Ours is not an easy task but if you want it, it’s possible.