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My name is Crystal. I am currently 19 years old. For many years, I struggled with a bad addiction to Opiates, Morphine to be exact. This is my story. It all began when I was 11 years old, started smoking cigarettes, which what kid doesn't experiment with that? No big deal. When I was 12, my aunt introduced me to Marijuana. Again, no big deal, it happens. But little did I know that that would open the door to many different experiments for me.
I started out just trying pain killers, Percicets, Vicodin, Loritabs, etc. I had also tried Xanax and Kalonopin. I messed around with those for a couple of years until I was 15 years old. Then my aunt introduced me to Morphine, Dilodid, Methadone, OxyContin, and Heroin. I started popping the pills, then switched to snorting them. Soon after, I seen her using a needle to inject the morphine. She asked me if I wanted to try it. I said "sure, just one time couldn't hurt, could it?" But oh, I was oh so wrong....little to my knowledge, I was about to really know what it was like to be an addict. She had got the needle ready for me and tied my arm and shot me up for the first time. The rush was nothing like I had ever felt before! I was in 7th heaven. I sat for 10 minutes starring at the wall and drooling because it felt so amazing. Soon after that first shot, I was begging for more. It got worse as the days, weeks, and months went by. We started to get low on money, looking for different ways to get our fix. Stealing, lying, decieving and trading no longer became an option. She came to me one day with a way to get our fix for no money at all. Oh no, no money involved at all. Instead, she told me she knew a guy who would give us 200 pills for free. On one condition: that I let him do whatever he wanted to me. My addiction had resorted to selling my body to get drugs. I got my first job when I was 16 years old. I only had that job for 3 months until I was fired for failing a drug test. I then found out that I was pregnant by my high school love of 2 1/2 years. I tried to stop using drugs on my own, without anybody even knowing that I was using. Nobody but my aunt knew what I was doing. I went 3 whole days without any use at all and then I broke down and came to the conclusion; if I quit cold turkey, I will most likely lose my baby. If I continue, she will be alive and have problems. I decided I could not live with myself if I killed my first child. so scared to tell anybody, i continued with my drug use. When the father of my child found out that I had not quit my drug use, he left me and his child when I was 7 months pregnant. I went into labor on May 11, 2011. I was 17 then. That's when my family foud out that I had a drug problem and needed help. I agreed to go into a rehab to detox. I was there for 7 days. my daughter spent the first month of her life in the hospital, to be weined off of the morphine. I visited her as much as I could. I was removed out of my grandparents home after I was released from the hospital and put into a foster home because of the drugs and the bad bed bug infestation we had. The first foster home I was placed in, I could not stay clean, I found ways to get my fix again. Even in the hospital after giving birth. Just like a drug addict huh? Deceiving, I know. After about 5 days there, that's when I was checked into a rehab. While I was gone, the foster family found my stash an looked at the other girl in the home because she too had a drug problem. But I confessed that it was mine and she had nothing to do with it. So I was removed from that home and placed with a new one where my daughter had also been placed as well. I was there at this home for about 4 months, until my 18th birthday. Me and the family got along great! But I soon found out that I was not ready to be a mother at that time. I had many long discussions with the family about adoption and they agreed to an open adoption. I then left on my 18th birthday to live in Florida with my father, who had left when I was 11. I can't say I was completely sober the whole time in Florida, because I wasn't. I smoked marijuana and drank occasionally. But I was opiate free until I had my surgery to have my gall bladder removed, then I broke down and accepted the pain medicine. That was hard!! I had a real rough time in Florida. I was raped, lied to, cheated, back stabbed, etc. I had also done some very sinister things as well. But along those lines, I met my other half, and to this day, I still love him. I believe I found my soul mate. Most people say you can't find or don't know what love is when you're only 18, but I did. I decided I had had enough of Florida. I tried committing suicide twice and lost all my friends and most of all, I missed my family. So I called my grandma and told her I was ready to come home. I was on a Greyhound back home the very next night, which happened to be my 19th birthday. After being back in Indiana for a few weeks, I had a complete relapse and started right back up where I left off. Started shooting up, smoking weed, taking pills, even drinking, which never was one of my favorite things to do. In December of 2012, I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C because of my drug use. I was assigned to a specialist for my liver. In January of 2013, I almost overdosed. Right in front of my boyfriend and my aunt. Everything started to go black, I felt numb, my body went completely red and my eyes started rolling back in my head. The only problem was, there was no problem to me. I was happy!!! I was dying right there and I was pissed when they brought me out of it. That was very early in January and on January 21, that was my very last shot. I had had enough. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I had been going to AA meetings, but obviously not helping and I wasn't doing things right. After I detoxed for the last time, I started going to NA and AA meetings regularly. I got a sponsor and I am now working the steps. It has been 97 days for me being clean and sober. Only taking medication that I am prescribed along with ibuprofen and tylonol pm to help me sleep. Life is great without drugs!!! I feel so much better and free and happier without that in my life! Addiction no longer has control of my life, I do. as for my aunt, she is now in jail, getting ready to go to prison for probation violation and possession of syringes and opiates. Class D felony. She just hasn't learned. if I have anything to say to the people who suffer from drug addiction, things get better, a long as you take it one day at a time, got to meetings, get a sponsor, work the steps and stay clean, life gets better but it won't ever get perfect. my name is Crystal Parrett, I am a drug addict, and a AA and NA member of the fellowship. I am 19 years old and am in recovery and I feel great!!! This is my story and I really hope it helps someone in need
My name is Crystal. I am currently 19 years old. For many years, I struggled with a bad addiction to Opiates, Morphine to be exact. This is my story. It all began when I was 11 years old, started smoking cigarettes, which what kid doesn't experiment with that? No big deal. When I was 12, my aunt introduced me to Marijuana. Again, no big deal, it happens. But little did I know that that would open the door to many different experiments for me.
I started out just trying pain killers, Percicets, Vicodin, Loritabs, etc. I had also tried Xanax and Kalonopin. I messed around with those for a couple of years until I was 15 years old. Then my aunt introduced me to Morphine, Dilodid, Methadone, OxyContin, and Heroin. I started popping the pills, then switched to snorting them. Soon after, I seen her using a needle to inject the morphine. She asked me if I wanted to try it. I said "sure, just one time couldn't hurt, could it?" But oh, I was oh so wrong....little to my knowledge, I was about to really know what it was like to be an addict. She had got the needle ready for me and tied my arm and shot me up for the first time. The rush was nothing like I had ever felt before! I was in 7th heaven. I sat for 10 minutes starring at the wall and drooling because it felt so amazing. Soon after that first shot, I was begging for more. It got worse as the days, weeks, and months went by. We started to get low on money, looking for different ways to get our fix. Stealing, lying, decieving and trading no longer became an option. She came to me one day with a way to get our fix for no money at all. Oh no, no money involved at all. Instead, she told me she knew a guy who would give us 200 pills for free. On one condition: that I let him do whatever he wanted to me. My addiction had resorted to selling my body to get drugs. I got my first job when I was 16 years old. I only had that job for 3 months until I was fired for failing a drug test. I then found out that I was pregnant by my high school love of 2 1/2 years. I tried to stop using drugs on my own, without anybody even knowing that I was using. Nobody but my aunt knew what I was doing. I went 3 whole days without any use at all and then I broke down and came to the conclusion; if I quit cold turkey, I will most likely lose my baby. If I continue, she will be alive and have problems. I decided I could not live with myself if I killed my first child. so scared to tell anybody, i continued with my drug use. When the father of my child found out that I had not quit my drug use, he left me and his child when I was 7 months pregnant. I went into labor on May 11, 2011. I was 17 then. That's when my family foud out that I had a drug problem and needed help. I agreed to go into a rehab to detox. I was there for 7 days. my daughter spent the first month of her life in the hospital, to be weined off of the morphine. I visited her as much as I could. I was removed out of my grandparents home after I was released from the hospital and put into a foster home because of the drugs and the bad bed bug infestation we had. The first foster home I was placed in, I could not stay clean, I found ways to get my fix again. Even in the hospital after giving birth. Just like a drug addict huh? Deceiving, I know. After about 5 days there, that's when I was checked into a rehab. While I was gone, the foster family found my stash an looked at the other girl in the home because she too had a drug problem. But I confessed that it was mine and she had nothing to do with it. So I was removed from that home and placed with a new one where my daughter had also been placed as well. I was there at this home for about 4 months, until my 18th birthday. Me and the family got along great! But I soon found out that I was not ready to be a mother at that time. I had many long discussions with the family about adoption and they agreed to an open adoption. I then left on my 18th birthday to live in Florida with my father, who had left when I was 11. I can't say I was completely sober the whole time in Florida, because I wasn't. I smoked marijuana and drank occasionally. But I was opiate free until I had my surgery to have my gall bladder removed, then I broke down and accepted the pain medicine. That was hard!! I had a real rough time in Florida. I was raped, lied to, cheated, back stabbed, etc. I had also done some very sinister things as well. But along those lines, I met my other half, and to this day, I still love him. I believe I found my soul mate. Most people say you can't find or don't know what love is when you're only 18, but I did. I decided I had had enough of Florida. I tried committing suicide twice and lost all my friends and most of all, I missed my family. So I called my grandma and told her I was ready to come home. I was on a Greyhound back home the very next night, which happened to be my 19th birthday. After being back in Indiana for a few weeks, I had a complete relapse and started right back up where I left off. Started shooting up, smoking weed, taking pills, even drinking, which never was one of my favorite things to do. In December of 2012, I was diagnosed with Hepatitis C because of my drug use. I was assigned to a specialist for my liver. In January of 2013, I almost overdosed. Right in front of my boyfriend and my aunt. Everything started to go black, I felt numb, my body went completely red and my eyes started rolling back in my head. The only problem was, there was no problem to me. I was happy!!! I was dying right there and I was pissed when they brought me out of it. That was very early in January and on January 21, that was my very last shot. I had had enough. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I had been going to AA meetings, but obviously not helping and I wasn't doing things right. After I detoxed for the last time, I started going to NA and AA meetings regularly. I got a sponsor and I am now working the steps. It has been 97 days for me being clean and sober. Only taking medication that I am prescribed along with ibuprofen and tylonol pm to help me sleep. Life is great without drugs!!! I feel so much better and free and happier without that in my life! Addiction no longer has control of my life, I do. as for my aunt, she is now in jail, getting ready to go to prison for probation violation and possession of syringes and opiates. Class D felony. She just hasn't learned. if I have anything to say to the people who suffer from drug addiction, things get better, a long as you take it one day at a time, got to meetings, get a sponsor, work the steps and stay clean, life gets better but it won't ever get perfect. my name is Crystal Parrett, I am a drug addict, and a AA and NA member of the fellowship. I am 19 years old and am in recovery and I feel great!!! This is my story and I really hope it helps someone in need
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