Know and believe in your very soul that there is never enough good feeling and peaceful escape that will ever even come close to the many prices and losses you will definitely encounter when being unable to escape the screaming whispers of drug addiction.
once upon a time, I smoked, snorted, inhaled, and ingested anything that guaranteed an altered state with which I could use to escape reality. It was not that my reality was bad, not to begin with, anyhow. The more drugs I used, however, the more guilt and loss of self worth was there to be dealt with as well, as to be used as an excuse to further my addiction.
Thus began an enormous cycle of abuse that also gave me an excuse to further use drugs, due to the turmoil between right and wrong happening inside me, and also due to the pity I felt for myself. I am certain I have tried every pharmaceutical or illegal drug that promises a side effect of any kind. Having been blessed to survive a most hellish period due to the choices I made, I was miraculously left alive to rant and warn of the dangers of experimenting with drugs for any reason and in any manner.
Low – Grade Experimentation
Normally, one does not stroll into a party or gathering where drugs are being used and decide “I want to try heroin” without having some experience with drug abuse in their past. Most addicts, before their addictions, began experimenting with low – grade drugs such as alcohol, marijuana, or mild painkillers like Lortab (hydrocodone) or Tylenol 3 (codeine). Aptly so, marijuana is known as a “gateway drug,” but there are actually more drugs which can be labeled with this title. In my opinion, alcohol can be considered a “gateway drug.” Painkillers and even some weight – loss medicines can be, also.
Though a drug’s addiction rate is proclaimed not as significant when compared to other drugs’ rates, the behavioral patterns of escaping reality through one form or another can be. Just as addictive are the patterns learned when becoming familiar with the method of using a particular drug, though many do not believe this until an addiction is acquired.
At this point, there are readers who are justifying perhaps recreationally using the drug they prefer by telling themselves “Okay, I just won’t get to that point. I will not use beyond that level.” Do you think anyone planned to allow the use to get to any further point beyond the level of enjoyment in which they experienced in the beginning? Would anyone ever want something to get out of control and leave him or her in many different types of personal, physical, or familial ruin?
What Does “The Drug Controls the Addict” Actually Mean?
In this light, it is plain to see, an addict does not control a drug or its chaotic results within their life. The drug controls the addict. The clearest definition that I could possibly give to anyone wondering how on earth their addict – in – question could “choose drugs over ____” (insert whatever you see him or her as throwing away in order to use drugs) would be as follows:
the desire to use the drug and to intertwine the drug’s false sense of peace with the user’s way of life in order to create an impossible Utopia of existence, and this happy Utopia life lasting twenty – four hours a day, all year long. One existence seems impossible without the other. In the midst of drug addiction, there really is no belief that any joy will be felt without the preferred substance. Therefore, no substance, no happy-all-day Utopia, no life of any sort.
The Drug Age of Accountability, Perhaps?
The moment you try a drug for any reason other than the very reason a pharmaceutical is prescribed (and note now that there is never any reason to try an illegal or illicit drug), your life, your limits, your past goals and beliefs, begin to change. A doorway that was not there before is now available to you whenever you want to open it and enter. Whether you are sad, anxious, worried, desperate, tired, or even happy, you will eventually find an excuse to use again. That doorway will be there, and with it comes a room full of excuses and ways to use again, complete with a filing system and a “just in case I ever decide to again” folder, tucked neatly away in your mind.
Any Old Reason Will Do
Stuck inside during a winter storm with no power and nothing to do? Bored silly? That doorway will loom in front of you. It’ll perk up those drab times of boredom and the normal monotony of life. On the other hand, did your beloved friend or parent or grandparent pass away? That doorway of escape from the natural grieving process (which hurts, yes, but is necessary) is there for the optional release of the “feeling better” goal beginning to take hold as your primary goal every hour of the day. Once you use a drug however many times it takes your body to build a tolerance to it and for your mind to decide, “Hey, this is the ticket!” nothing is ever the same again. Ever.