I guess the fact I’m on here says something, even to myself.
My story is a long one, considering I’m not that old. I used to have a life – a very different one – and I wasn’t alone in the way I am now.
My addiction to opiates started when I was 19; I met my wife when I was 20 and, as much as she disliked it, love is a powerful drug in itself. We began a 10 year journey with MANY ups and downs. She enabled my habit through all 10 years of our marriage.
I’m on day number two of withdrawals, which is something I haven’t experienced in a long time. I forgot how alone you can feel.
I look back and I feel like a complete asshole for putting a woman through that, but the truth is we were in love. That is until the last six months of our relationship. Things changed and eventually led to divorce.
It has been a year since my divorce; I’m still an addict and I live alone. Even though my wife enabled me, we once genuinely loved each other. I tell people “I had a life once.” Now all I can say is “yep, addiction has ruined my life and marriage.”
I imagine I joined this forum because I’m on day number two of withdrawals, which is something I haven’t experienced in a long time. I forgot how alone you can feel.
By the way I’m 30 years old and have been a heavy addict for 11 years.
My name is Adon, and I was happy once.