At age 17, I had gotten my wisdom teeth pulled.
The dentist gave me a prescription of painkillers to help with the pain that will follow. At first, I didn't really like them, because of the lightheadedness it gave me, but did enjoy the pain relief. A little while later, I got the rest of my wisdom teeth pulled. They gave me more painkillers. This time, I was 18, and my "friend" at the time told me to try snorting them. I agreed to try it, and feel in love with it. Later on, the same friend introduced me to a stronger painkiller called "oxy". It was a small greyish pill, and he had been given a script for busting his knee cap.
So he gave me one to snort, and it was an intense rush/high. Then my addiction started. By the time I was 21, I was jobless, homeless, moneyless, and family less. I couldn't keep a job. So in order to pay for my addiction to painkillers, I had to find a way to make money. I ender up shoplifting and selling the items to pawn shops for money. That went on for a year without getting caught. Also, I started stealing my dying mothers prescription whenever I had the chance. Let's just say I wasn't welcomed back to her house anymore... same with my father, I some money from his wallet. I did have a car, which was my home for a lonnngggg time.
Then, at 22, four months after my mothers death, my luck changed dramatically. As I was shoplifting, I was caught by secret security, numerous times, and was given several court dates, which I never went to. Then one day, as my addiction was at its worse, using "Roxy", and "H", I was caught again shoplifting, but this time, I had to go to jail; 4 different jails in different places, for a total of 5 months. For the first time, I was caught. My life had hit rock bottom. After the first week of being in jail, I was raped by four other men in the shower.
Thankfully, the guards found out, and rescued me. I was taken to the er and stayed over night for tests. Thankfully I didn't test positive for any diseases, the men who raped me got 5 more years added to their sentence, and the jail released me, but had to do my time at another jail for my charges there..... All in all, I spent 5 months in 4 different jails. During which, my grandmother passed away, and I couldn't go to the funeral. That hurt me a lot. More than you could imagine.... After my time was finally up, I was welcomed into my father's house while I decided to hunt for rehabs to check into.
Some might say that it was weird for me to do, since I was 5 months clean, but I wanted to know more about my addiction, as well as myself. I found one which was a 30 day in patient treatment, and learned a lot about the disease of addiction, as well as myself. On the day of graduating, I left feeling on top of the world. Also, they suggested that I check into a half way house, 4 hours away from my home town. I agreed. And after graduating, I was on a bus heading to start my new life. I was welcomed to the half way house. I stayed there for three months, keeping a job and paying my rent, and chairing NA meetings, until they decided to graduate me early, due to how I had changed in just a short amount of time. I was very happy to hear that. I graduated and went into a 3/4s house, which was the next step in my recovery. It was only a ten minute move. I stayed there for 4 months, paying my rent and working, and still chairing meetings.
Then I decided to move out, after falling in love with someone who was also clean. I moved in with them and their family and was treated as family. Been here ever since, and I'm the happiest I've ever been. I was once a hopeless addict, but now, through recovery, I'm a dopeless addict. It comes to show you can overcome anything, as long as you put your mind to it. I hope my story will help others. My name is (censored), and I've been clean for 2 years and 7 months.