I was a coke and herion addict for about 3 yrs , before that i was like i am now a gym rat i ate slept and breathed lifting. So much so that i felt invulnerable to addiction. I thought addicts were just weak minded and i certainly wasnt that. Well that turned out to be the perfect mindset for addiction. I managed to smoke a small fortune in that three years, i stopped lifting , blew up to a bloated 220lbs and almost lost everything i had. But i also lost what i can never recover and thats 3 years of spending time with my daughter. While she would be playing soccer or dancing in hula competitions i would be getting high.
Lucky for me i have a great wife (also my best friend,)she looked me in the face one day and said " well we're gonna loose the house, but thats ok we'll still have each other. Iwent to rehab the next day and never looked back. And managed to get it together in time to save my house. After that i was on methadone for about 2-3 years. Well fast forward 2-3 years and the family and i flew to Washington for a family gathering, but when we got to Washington my luggage containing my methadone didnt come in. I was fucking panicking, all i could think about was im gonna start going downhill real fast, then as we are hanging in the luggage area i notice the frantic look on my 7 year old daughters face as she is searching through all the incoming luggage. She could see how panicked i was and all she knew is that my luggage not coming in was the cause. She had no idea what was in it, but seeing the fear on my face scared her.
I realized at that very moment that even though i wasn't smoking dope anymore i was still a slave to drugs, methadone was my new master. I decided right there in the luggage claim that i was done with this shit, no more would i allow a drug to control my life.
Well my luggage finally showed and the trip went as planned. And as soon as i got back i went to the methadone clinic and told them to start tapering me down 10mg every two weeks as I received two weeks supply at a time. I started at 106 mg and tapered down to
1 1/2 mg before going cold turkey, and even though i didnt get sick when i quit it took about a year before i slept through a whole night. Each month got a little better.
I started hitting the gym hard again also got my business back up and running and here i am 16 years later still clean and happy. Living the dream.
I know my writing skills and grammar suck but i never tell anybody that part of my life, but after reading some of your stories i decided to share.
And to you guys still fighting the fight, you CAN win, if i can do it you can too. One day at a time.
Lucky for me i have a great wife (also my best friend,)she looked me in the face one day and said " well we're gonna loose the house, but thats ok we'll still have each other. Iwent to rehab the next day and never looked back. And managed to get it together in time to save my house. After that i was on methadone for about 2-3 years. Well fast forward 2-3 years and the family and i flew to Washington for a family gathering, but when we got to Washington my luggage containing my methadone didnt come in. I was fucking panicking, all i could think about was im gonna start going downhill real fast, then as we are hanging in the luggage area i notice the frantic look on my 7 year old daughters face as she is searching through all the incoming luggage. She could see how panicked i was and all she knew is that my luggage not coming in was the cause. She had no idea what was in it, but seeing the fear on my face scared her.
I realized at that very moment that even though i wasn't smoking dope anymore i was still a slave to drugs, methadone was my new master. I decided right there in the luggage claim that i was done with this shit, no more would i allow a drug to control my life.
Well my luggage finally showed and the trip went as planned. And as soon as i got back i went to the methadone clinic and told them to start tapering me down 10mg every two weeks as I received two weeks supply at a time. I started at 106 mg and tapered down to
1 1/2 mg before going cold turkey, and even though i didnt get sick when i quit it took about a year before i slept through a whole night. Each month got a little better.
I started hitting the gym hard again also got my business back up and running and here i am 16 years later still clean and happy. Living the dream.
I know my writing skills and grammar suck but i never tell anybody that part of my life, but after reading some of your stories i decided to share.
And to you guys still fighting the fight, you CAN win, if i can do it you can too. One day at a time.
