Citation: Enjoygreen. "Addiction Ended Badly: An Experience with Oxycodone, Hydrocodone & Cannabis (exp81415)". Erowid.org. Nov 19, 2015. erowid.org/exp/81415
My journey into the realms of addiction started once I broke my arm skateboarding when I was 15. The pain was excruciating, but the doctor gave me a prescription for oxycodone. I had already experienced many drugs beforehand such as smoking weed on a weekly basis, acid, mushrooms, san pedro cactus and salvia. My drugs of choice had always seemed to be psychedelics, due to the fact that I was extremely interested in the altered states of thought they brought with them. Throughout my life I had maintained good grades and never slipped up with the law, being as I was a very careful person.
I remember the day I broke my arm and experienced Oxy for the first time. The pain was gone and my body was left with an amazing feeling of warmth and euphoria. It was perfection. Never had I ever felt this amazing in my life, due to my lifelong battle with depression. It wasn't long before I had begun snorting it and popping four or five a day. I still managed to get good grades and maintain my friendships, even though no one had any idea how much I was taking. Soon my tolerance was very high, and my bottle of Oxy was gone. As I no longer had any, the withdrawals began to set in, and it became impossible to sleep, use the bathroom or eat. I had lost ten pounds. So one day I asked my marijuana dealer if he could hook up Oxy. He could get both Oxy and Vicodin.
The opioid taking lasted several more months and I soon ran out of money and had to deal with withdrawals again. After they had left, I quit Oxy, and began smoking weed in large amounts to take its place. This was fine because it was the summer and my grades in the school year were all A's, B's and C's, which is what I cared about most.
The chronic weed smoking lasted for half the summer, until I began getting it from a different dealer. One day my friends and I bought a dub and planned on smoking it all that night. We did, and soon after my friend, 'R', got a text from the dealer telling us not to smoke that weed because he had accidentally given us the stuff that was laced with heroin. This was very unfortunate because I had gone so long without using an opiate. Soon after we recieved the text I passed out on his game room floor.
It was the next school year and I had quit drugs altogether. I was determined to start over, this time without any sort of body or mind altering substance. For a good 3/4ths of the year I had managed to not touch any drug. But my depression grew until I could hardly get out of bed in the morning, let alone go to school.
One of my other friends, 'C', was dealing with the same issue. Except that he was extremely suicidal. Without being able to find a gun, he turned to drugs as his way of suicide. One day I noticed a bottle of 'Vicodin' in his room. I immediately knew what he was going to try to do, and confronted him about it. His stubbornness kept him from listening to me, so I took the bottle and told his parents about his depression, which he had managed to keep from them. I made sure not to mention his attempting suicide and kept the bottle for myself.
It was the following monday morning when I used the 'Vicodins'. I took two and split them in half. On the bus ride to school I could feel them kicking in, that former warm euphoria that I missed too much. As I arrived at school, it became very overwhelming and sitting down was my best option. This is when my friends noticed that I was breathing very hard and attempted to take me to the nurse's office. They had managed to coax me into standing up, even though I needed a shoulder to put my weight on. Once I reached the '100' hall I could not see, and passed out, falling to the ground with people rushing over to see what was happening. The school security guards pulled me in for questioning once I had regained consciousness and quickly suspended me while also referring me to drug counseling. Later that night I spoke with 'C'. He told me that those pills in the bottle were not Vicodin but rather Oxycontin.
It has been a year since the incident and I have managed to stay away from opiates and other hard drugs. I am still depressed but it is now manageable because I see a good therapist and take Zoloft which works for me.
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