Here at In Recovery Blog, it’s our goal to focus on health news, resources and websites that ultimately aid recovering addicts. However, in the same sense that fellowships bring together persons with similar backgrounds and afflictions, sharing personal stories of addiction and personal distress is particularly helpful in the recovery process. “True Addicts” is a new series of real life stories of addiction told by the people who experienced them. These people may not be authors or storytellers per say, but their stories are heart wrenchingly honest, sometimes outrageous but always real.

Hello, my name is Elizabeth and I’m an alcoholic and a drug addict. Eventhough it has taken me 8 years of life to admit that. I have been drinking alcohol since the age of 12 and since my father was an addict while I was growing up, I thought it was okay to do what Daddy did. My parents really didn’t care that I started drinking at 12. I would come home, drunk out off my ass and walking into walls. I would stumble all over the house and pass out anywhere but there was never any consequences. I really thought that it was all in good fun and that everything was going great.

It was rough growing up in my house because my Dad would beat my Mother but I wouldn’t feel a thing when I drank and at the point, I would never want to deal with my emotions. At the same time, while I was still only twelve-years-old, I entered into a relationship with an older and very controlling boyfriend because I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. But my addictions caught up to me. By the time I was 16, it wasn’t okay around my house anymore and I was kicked out. That’s when I moved in with my boyfriend. He would eventually introduce me to marijuana and ecstasy.

By that time, it seemed like I was addicted to everything. But my boyfriend had moved on with his life. He eventually got tired of using drugs and one day, he dropped me off at a friend’s house and I never saw him again. After that, I began to squat at a warehouse where a bunch of other people would crash. It sucked, but there was always a constant supply of drugs.

That’s when I started using Cocaine and eventually Heroin. Heroin became my love. I lived for it. First, I started to snort it, then I met my next boyfriend. I moved in with him on the first date and soon I started to shoot up heroin with him. After a short while we started to sell drugs from my boyfriend’s apartment just to make ends meet.

But it wouldn’t be long until we got that knock at the door. The knock that most drug dealers get during their lives… the police. I only served 4 months that time, but as soon as I got out, I got right back into drugs. A lot has happened since then and I hope to right many more of my stories. I am currently serving an eight month sentence for possession of heroin and all I have is time.”

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