- Drugs
- Faith
- Mental Health
My name is Heather and I’m a recovering addict.
My childhood was rough. My dad was an alcoholic, and my mother smoked marijuana. My father used to put beer in my bottle when I was just 2 years old (yes, a bottle at 2).
My father would always ask me to go get him a beer, knowing I would open it and drink about half, although I was only four or five years old. I was molested by my cousin at that time; I still dislike him.
My mom and dad divorced when I was seven. I moved away to Indiana where my father moved me in with the same cousin that molested me.
My mom fought to keep my sisters and me and finally got us back when I was seven. Since that time, my dad has been absent from my life. I did awesome in school. I had a lot of friends. I did my best, attended D.A.R.E in the third grade, and passed all my classes. Even still, I started drinking malt liquor and smoking marijuana at age 11. I skipped school every day and hit my first lick at 11 on a pound of weed. I partied all the time. Lost my virginity at only 12 years old, because I was drunk after leaving a BAR.
I soon moved out of town, and on to bigger drugs. By age 13, I was periodically using pills. I got pregnant at age 15 and had my daughter at age 16. The medical staff prescribed me Percocet (perk 10s). I would take them as prescribed but still LOVED the feeling. I was the best mother possible to my daughter. I quit going to school to raise her.
Soon, I met a guy when I was 17. Thought I had it all. We moved in with him and his mom before my 18th birthday. His mom was going to a pain clinic. To me, that meant unlimited access to Roxys (Roxicodone).
By age 18, I began using IV drugs. I was introduced to Subutex, my new drug of choice. I had another baby – a boy. But I was already so far in the dope game it didn’t even matter. I had become very depressed then I lost him to the system. After that I stayed high because that was all that mattered to me. I was doing meth, heroin, crack, Roxy, Subutex, cocaine, and even LSD on occasion. You name it. By the time my addiction had me to my lowest, I had another son. He was born addicted; I still got high. I lost him when he was eight months old. I continued to get high. I sold myself, bummed, used, and robbed. I even landed myself in prison, which saved my life.
I am currently having another chance with a baby boy! I have 16 months clean; I have completed numerous programs. I attend meetings. I have had amazing job offers.
My life has completely turned out for the best. It gets better with each day, and the best feeling is to say another month clean and sober!
Heroin is literally killing everyone nowadays. And I’m here– living proof that you can change. I have been on something almost my whole life, I could’ve easily been given a bad shot. And you could, too.
Turn your life over to God. This world is so full of addicts in active addiction that it’s becoming an epidemic.
Just for today!! Live, love, laugh — together!
People do care about you and love you. I know I do!
Thank you for reading.