I was addicted to pain killers
My name is Becca, and I was always a good kid (or, so my mom thought). I haven’t seen my dad since I was three and he was a drunk and addict too. My mom was on drugs when she got pregnant with me but got off them when she found out she was four months along.
I was addicted to drugs for more than a year at least. I had always had an okay life, but I had had about all I could stand of being teased about having hand me down clothes from my brother. Since I’m a girl, I always looked like I was a cross-dresser (until I got a job.) So, one day I was really depressed, I had had some leftover painkillers from a surgery I had. I took them, and I knew I was hooked. I hid it from my mother the whole time. She never found out.
But my friend did. He was my closest friend and he caught me one day popping pills. I was higher than I had ever been since they were some strong pills. He started flipping out, he was scared. I made him promise not to tell anyone, and he did, but on one condition, I had to quit the pills. I didn’t want to, but I knew that if I didn’t I would lose my only best friend. So I decided right then and there that I would quit cold turkey, and I did. It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that because of all of the withdrawal symptoms.
I did it though, with the help of my best friend and my determiniation, and I’m glad I did. I knew I was going down the same road as my father and I didn’t want to end up like him. I am very thankful for my friend. I’m glad he helped me.
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