Okay so I've never asked for help on here before and this is a pretty touchy subject for some I'm sure. I'm really looking to see if anyone has experienced having an overdose/been around one. I'm not really looking for advice. I guess just hoping someone can relate in some way and also kind of just getting shit off my chest. I'm going to share a little bit of what's been going on the last year or so. This isn't even the half of it, but I'm trying to keep it as short as I can. Sorry if it gets confusing. I'm tired and kind of out of it.
As some of you might know, I've struggled with drug addiction for about 11 years now. I've been hooked on multiple substances, but my main one has always been opiates. I've usually been able to keep my life pretty together, but it has still cost me a lot after all these years. Shit caught up with me and I ended up in jail for 3 months back in February and then 4 different rehabs over another 3 or so months. When I got out 2 months ago, I was trying to avoid a lot of old friends, so I got an apartment with this guy who was my roommate at a halfway house and seemed like he wanted to stay clean, which I thought could also help me. Unfortunately that lasted about a week. He had way too much money, started doing heroin again, and went back to rehab. He started bringing around this girl who I had a quick thing with or whatever back in one of the rehabs I was at and ended up getting kicked out for it. I didn't want anything to do with her and I told him that many times. I let her stick around after he left though because she said she could move in right away and pay 3 months in advance. I was considering it if I couldn't find anyone else. Once again, she started banging heroin and meth, so that never happened. She ended up introducing me to this girl about a month and a half ago. We hit it off instantly, slept together, and were pretty much inseparable for a month after that. She was always over at my apartment and was considering dropping her lease and moving in because she hates where she is now. That didn't go well with the other girl and she didn't end up staying long. They've been friends for 10 years, but now hate each other because of me. The girl who was already staying at my place also started stealing money from her multiple times to be a bitch, so I finally just kicked her out because of all the drama.
So everything was going good after that. The one and big problem though is that this new girl uses too. Now I'm sure a lot of you are going to say I'm an idiot. Thing is, I really do care about her. I've been with a lot of girls, but few that I can say I actually want to be around all the time. Okay she's a model and is gorgeous, but I'm not just attracted to her physically or using her like I've usually done in the past. Yeah I'm not as much of a druggy asshole as I was either, but I still know when I actually like someone.
Things continued as normal until I ended up overdosing a week ago. Even after all these years and all the shit I've mixed, I've never OD'd to the point of going to the hospital and it just had to be now. Since February, I've used opiates twice up to this point. My tolerance was low and I ended up having bronchitis, so my lungs were already weak. I did a shot at her place and another one 2 hours later. The rush hit me and I instantly passed out on her bed. She carried me to the car and drove me to the hospital. Luckily she had a couple friends over in the other room to help carry me. I woke up 8 hours later with tubes all inside me. Apparently I was so far gone, the narcan didn't even work. They said I was close to getting brain damage and being a vegetable. I realize how lucky I am to be alive. Things haven't been the same since. I went over to her house after I got out of the hospital and she could barely look at me. She just looked so sad. I apologized and thanked her a million times. She says everything is fine and acts like it's no big deal, shit happens. After I left her place, I texted her saying that I hope things won't change, but I understand if it does and how badly I fucked up. I asked her to just be straight up with me and she kind of snapped back saying that nothing has changed, but we should just be friends for now lol. I feel terrible for putting her through that and always will. I know how bad of an experience that was for her. I mean, she watched me almost die on her bed for fucks sake. We still talk every day and see each other some, but it's definitely not like it was. I'm completely understanding about it and just giving her time to get over it, but I'm still just angry at myself for fucking it up. I'm also curious how some of you would feel and react if you were in her shoes and watched someone you care about almost die. I know that I would get over it quickly and I wouldn't let it change things, but that's me and I can't expect the same from her. I'm also worried about her. I've lost too many people close to me due to drugs. At the same time though, I'm over all the drugs and tired of watching people change. She hasn't been using for that long and I've already seen her changing. I know she wants to be clean, but I can't help her if she isn't willing to right now. I have no idea how things will end up, but I'm just letting things be for right now. I know it's not good for me to be with her if she's just going to keep using. I've pretty much separated myself from everyone who still does, but I don't want to give up on her yet either. She's a good person and has so much potential. I'm also considering moving back downtown because I don't care for where I am now and I can't afford the rent and bills on my own. I also don't know many people up here who don't use drugs, so she's pretty much the only thing keeping me here right now.
Also I've just been feeling weird since the OD. My head constantly hurts, I'm tense, restless, I can't think as clear. Even writing this is kind of difficult. I know I'm stressed and shit, but I'm still a bit worried. I'm assuming it's normal to feel strange after an OD and that it takes time for your body to recover? The drugs are out of my system though and I haven't used since, so I don't know. I know I'm asking too much to expect a lot of people to be able to relate much on this, but maybe someone can help some. Thanks in advance.
As some of you might know, I've struggled with drug addiction for about 11 years now. I've been hooked on multiple substances, but my main one has always been opiates. I've usually been able to keep my life pretty together, but it has still cost me a lot after all these years. Shit caught up with me and I ended up in jail for 3 months back in February and then 4 different rehabs over another 3 or so months. When I got out 2 months ago, I was trying to avoid a lot of old friends, so I got an apartment with this guy who was my roommate at a halfway house and seemed like he wanted to stay clean, which I thought could also help me. Unfortunately that lasted about a week. He had way too much money, started doing heroin again, and went back to rehab. He started bringing around this girl who I had a quick thing with or whatever back in one of the rehabs I was at and ended up getting kicked out for it. I didn't want anything to do with her and I told him that many times. I let her stick around after he left though because she said she could move in right away and pay 3 months in advance. I was considering it if I couldn't find anyone else. Once again, she started banging heroin and meth, so that never happened. She ended up introducing me to this girl about a month and a half ago. We hit it off instantly, slept together, and were pretty much inseparable for a month after that. She was always over at my apartment and was considering dropping her lease and moving in because she hates where she is now. That didn't go well with the other girl and she didn't end up staying long. They've been friends for 10 years, but now hate each other because of me. The girl who was already staying at my place also started stealing money from her multiple times to be a bitch, so I finally just kicked her out because of all the drama.
So everything was going good after that. The one and big problem though is that this new girl uses too. Now I'm sure a lot of you are going to say I'm an idiot. Thing is, I really do care about her. I've been with a lot of girls, but few that I can say I actually want to be around all the time. Okay she's a model and is gorgeous, but I'm not just attracted to her physically or using her like I've usually done in the past. Yeah I'm not as much of a druggy asshole as I was either, but I still know when I actually like someone.
Things continued as normal until I ended up overdosing a week ago. Even after all these years and all the shit I've mixed, I've never OD'd to the point of going to the hospital and it just had to be now. Since February, I've used opiates twice up to this point. My tolerance was low and I ended up having bronchitis, so my lungs were already weak. I did a shot at her place and another one 2 hours later. The rush hit me and I instantly passed out on her bed. She carried me to the car and drove me to the hospital. Luckily she had a couple friends over in the other room to help carry me. I woke up 8 hours later with tubes all inside me. Apparently I was so far gone, the narcan didn't even work. They said I was close to getting brain damage and being a vegetable. I realize how lucky I am to be alive. Things haven't been the same since. I went over to her house after I got out of the hospital and she could barely look at me. She just looked so sad. I apologized and thanked her a million times. She says everything is fine and acts like it's no big deal, shit happens. After I left her place, I texted her saying that I hope things won't change, but I understand if it does and how badly I fucked up. I asked her to just be straight up with me and she kind of snapped back saying that nothing has changed, but we should just be friends for now lol. I feel terrible for putting her through that and always will. I know how bad of an experience that was for her. I mean, she watched me almost die on her bed for fucks sake. We still talk every day and see each other some, but it's definitely not like it was. I'm completely understanding about it and just giving her time to get over it, but I'm still just angry at myself for fucking it up. I'm also curious how some of you would feel and react if you were in her shoes and watched someone you care about almost die. I know that I would get over it quickly and I wouldn't let it change things, but that's me and I can't expect the same from her. I'm also worried about her. I've lost too many people close to me due to drugs. At the same time though, I'm over all the drugs and tired of watching people change. She hasn't been using for that long and I've already seen her changing. I know she wants to be clean, but I can't help her if she isn't willing to right now. I have no idea how things will end up, but I'm just letting things be for right now. I know it's not good for me to be with her if she's just going to keep using. I've pretty much separated myself from everyone who still does, but I don't want to give up on her yet either. She's a good person and has so much potential. I'm also considering moving back downtown because I don't care for where I am now and I can't afford the rent and bills on my own. I also don't know many people up here who don't use drugs, so she's pretty much the only thing keeping me here right now.
Also I've just been feeling weird since the OD. My head constantly hurts, I'm tense, restless, I can't think as clear. Even writing this is kind of difficult. I know I'm stressed and shit, but I'm still a bit worried. I'm assuming it's normal to feel strange after an OD and that it takes time for your body to recover? The drugs are out of my system though and I haven't used since, so I don't know. I know I'm asking too much to expect a lot of people to be able to relate much on this, but maybe someone can help some. Thanks in advance.
































