View All General Comment Abuse Story Death Story Chronic Pain Story       Please sign our Guestbook Name:curt Email: Type:Abuse Story Date:7/11/2002 I am very lucky that I am 22 years old. Oc's were ruining my life. I had been snorting them for close to eight months. I always told myself I would never inject the drug but that failed. I injected for five days straight between 100-500mg a day. I could not stop, but the weird thing about it is that i was not enjoying it anymore. I was just killing myself. I did not oc's to supposedly get rid of my problems but when reality would set in, the oc's did not take my problems away. I ended up going to a medical detox, a social detox, and a 28day inpatient program. When I was in the medical detox, I did not sleep for four days. By the grace of God, it has been over 4 months since i have done a drug!!! Some of the stories in here talk about how some people can't stop. That is bullshit. They just don't want to. BOTTOM LINE!!!! I know it is not easy but life is not easy. I just don't want that lifesyle so I choose not to do oxy's anymore. If I wanted I would but I do not.There is so much I could write about the drugs I sold, the money I made, supposedly being on top of the world, etc. That part of my life is just a memory I can look back and say, Hey, You know what. Today I am happy and I am living life like I should. I work for what I want in life and God stears me in the right direction. My drug use was bc i tried to escape my problems the easy way. I am grateful to realize that there is no easy and that Oc's are not the way!!!!I hope this helps.   Name:Crystal Email:[email protected] Type:Abuse Story Date:7/3/2002 About 1 year ago a friend of mine who reguraly snorted oc's was breaking some up on my kitchen counter. I had taken pain pills such as perc's and loritabs to get high occassionaly but vowed to stay away from oc's. "Hey come do this" she called to me...."Oh no" I said I don't mess with those things. She replied that she had already broken it up for me so I might as well do it, "It can't hurt you" she said " It's no different than takin a perc 10" So up my nose the white powder went. I had no idea what the next year of my life would be like due to this one moment in time. The OC's turned me into a machine, nothing hurt and I had energy out the ying-yang. My husband who didn't know I was taking the drug regularly complimented me on how clean the house was, how proud he was of me for having the laundry done all the time, dinner on the table everyday, the lawn mowed, rugs cleaned etc.. and he was suprised that after working so hard all day, everyday I still had energy to spare. He thought that I was just getting used to being a house wife. He was so proud of me. That one moment that one time led me to a year long battle with addiction that I am still fighting today. Life is great on oc's until you run out of money or your hook-up runs out. Then life is hell. I suffer w/d when I run out, my house goes back to being 100 x's dirtier than ever and now I have even less energy than I did before. You see that was it for me I was/am addictedicted to the energy they gave me. The false sense of feeling great that being straight dosen't. I stared stealing from my grandmother and shorting the bill money my husband would give me. My family and non addicted friends have no trust or faith in me anymore and I am disgusted with myself. Even after writting all this tonight when my husband goes to band pratice I will head out on my regular pill hunt just so that I can clean the house and do some laundry and take care care of my two year old son. I guess my point is that if you start you can't stop!!! If the w/d's don't kill you the drug eventually will. So if you are ever offered just like I was .....Run away....Far Far Away....Because once you start it is damn near impossible to feel good without being high ever again!!! Crystal....Bradenton, Fl   Name:Ashley Groulx Email:[email protected] Type:General Comment Date:7/1/2002 Jason DiBassis/Daarden West was my uncle. Although I did not know him that well he is still missed. He died on Valentine's Day 2002. My mom and I did not find out that he died until Mothers's Day. I did not yet know about this website until today when I was talking to my mom. She said that if I want to see a picture of my uncle then I could go to this. I didn't know exactly how he died until I read his article today. Thank you whoever wrote the article on my uncle.

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