Now it never ends in doom and gloom.
It started later in life, he’s 24-years-old and just graduated from college and about to get married.
He’s back in his hometown and heads to an old high school friend’s house for a party. Everyone is having a great time, and he is introducing his fiance to all his old friends. The beer is flowing, and the party is going late into the night just like he remembers before he left for college.
They start to feel a little tired, and he tells his friend that it’s time they headed back home. His friend insists that they stay, and he ends up offering him a line of “crank” and at first thought, it may be cocaine. Not really paying attention to what it may have been he accepts the line, and this big sting in his body erupts.
Now wide-eyed, and bushy tailed he realizes it was something different, and not what he had been used to in college. Shocked at the discovery of what he had taken, it soon wore off with a massive surge of energy still in him, he sends his fiance home.
This continues until the early morning, and he takes a couple more lines during that time because now it’s just being passed around openly after everyone is gone.
He heads home his parents and fiance are up for the morning already had breakfast getting ready to leave for the day and show his fiance around their town. He’d been in communication with his fiance since she awoke and he’s telling her he’s just reminiscing about the old times he’d had with his old buddies.
He’s staying home telling everyone he should get to sleep. He tosses around in bed, unable to sleep and blames it on being the middle of the day.
Later that evening he begins to feel the effects wearing him down and wanting to go to sleep. He’s only in his hometown a couple more days before he heads back and starts the new job he got right out of college.
Speed Takes You Fast
He kept remembering that feeling and was suppose to go with his family that night to another get-together. He knew he needed to stay awake and called his friend to see if he’d be able to get a little bit.
Before the family heads out for the night he gets ready rather quickly and tells them he’ll be right back, and that he forgot something at his friends the night before.
He arrives, and a woman from the previous night opens the door showing him in. He sees this cloud-like white smoke coming from the back. With no intention of staying or even smoking for that matter, he sits down and waits for his friend.
The woman offers him a beer and tells him his friend will be right out and offers him a hit from her pipe. The “flash” happens and the beginning of the end starts. He’s addicted.
That night he tells everyone to go ahead, and enjoy the night he wanted to hang out with his friends one more night before leaving town.
In fact, he never left town telling his family, and fiance nothing at all. He continued to stay in the clouds. His friend introduced him to others who continually came to his home trading things to get more speed.
After he finished cleaning out his bank account, he made his way back to his parents’ home, tail between his legs. His face pockmarked, his arms worse. It had only been one month since that first hit, and he’d been chasing that same flash.
That vicious cycle has begun, and it was only just the beginning.
Two Years Later
It’s 3:45 am, and raining outside no money, no jacket, and being released from jail for the 5th time in two-years. This was the longest stretch, he’d been in jail for possession of stolen property, and the judge he kept getting was tired of his shit.
Part of his release was that he enter a drug-rehab. He went and made it and stayed a total of 30-days after it was suggested he stayed a total of 90-days.
He felt he’d had enough and wanted to go out find a job and become that productive member of society again.
He found a job, and his parents let him stay with them as long as he followed their rules. He was doing well, but not attending meetings and lost all contact with the men he had been in the program with.
Four Years Later
He’s sitting on the bus after serving 2-1/2 years on a 6-year sentence. This is the best weight he’s been since he started using 6-years prior and finally looked healthy.
He makes it home after an all-day trip courtesy of his state correctional facility. He gets a cheap motel until he’s able to his parole officer the next morning and re-enters the rehab he’d gone to 4-years earlier.
He gets a ride to the rehab from his probation officer and promises him, that he’ll be good and have no trouble with him. He tells him he wants to put his college degree to use and make a life for himself.
Four More Years
He weighs 120lbs soaking wet and sits in front of a local pharmacy in the town he went to college in. A woman walks by with a 6-year-old boy. He looks at the woman and tries to hide his face in shame. She knows it’s him and barely recognizable she calls out his name.
They spend two-minutes talking to each other, she’s now married and has 2-children. As she walks out she looks for him with food, and gift card in hand. He’s gone.
Tired is the Motivation to Stop
Another, 2-years pass, and it’s close to 12-years since he first snorted those lines of meth. He’s tired, smelly, dirty, almost all his teeth are gone. He sleeps in a tent near a freeway off-ramp one of the busiest in town where he has regulars that stop and give him money or food.
One day one of his regulars that gives him food dropped him off a book as well. When he got back to his tent later that day he looked at the book, and immediately knew what it was. He opened it, and on the inside was written: “I was once in your shoes and found a way out my name is __________ here is my number and call me when you’re done.”
Knowing he was tired and the voices in his head started becoming more and more common, he knew it was time. The seed that was planted some 10-years prior took root.
A Happy Ending
He entered treatment 4-days later and slept well for the first time in years. He avoided his family and did not want to get their hopes up for the umpteen time. He knew he needed to do this for himself once, and for all.
Once he got all settled in after sleeping, and eating for most of the first 6-days there he finally asked to use the phone and called the man who left him the book. He explained who he was and a friendship had been born.
He stayed in the program for 150-days, 120-days longer than he’d anticipated. Hell, he even got a 12-step sponsor and started working the steps this time around. He seemed to have gained his life back.
He found odd work here and there during that time and saved his money to move to a sober living environment after the program. Life was good again, and he kept it up, he found a balance of work, recovery, and family. Knowing all too well his life can change in an instant as it had before.
My first two scenarios 1 and 2 are about heartache and the negatives that can come from addiction. It’s not always that way, and there are millions of people that are not success stories, we found a sense of peace and work at it daily.
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