We have heard of sad stories of celebrities and ordinary people dying young due to a drug overdose. We are also aware of the government’s effort to lessen, if not eradicate, drug addiction not only because of the crimes associated with it but also because it destroys entire communities. With all these, we can conclude that drug addiction is indeed a serious problem that we, as parents, as brothers, sisters, children, or as friends of individuals who are hooked to illicit substances, must do something about.
As friends or family members, the first thing that we need to know to help our addicted loved one is to understand fully the effects of illicit substances to a person’s mind, body, and life. They might think that alcohol and drugs are fun, that’s why they can’t stop themselves from abusing it.
We must make them realize that although these substances give them instant high, the long-term damage is quite serious.
Below are few sad stories of real people who got themselves hooked to addictive substances and never recovered. Let’s help our loved ones before it’s too late.
Menachem’s Story as Told by His Mom
Menachem, not his real name, would have been 22 years old next month if he only survived a heroin overdose. It’s been 3 years since we found him lifeless inside his father’s van, 3 blocks away from our house. He was in college at that time and before that, we admitted him to drug rehab. He used to be a really diligent and motivated student. He was on top of his class and we never had any problem with him. However, when he was in his senior year, he started to smoke pot.
I was so shocked to learn about it from our 10-year-old neighbor. He said he saw Menachem smoke pot with some dangerous looking older guys. We confronted him, but he denied. I got so angry at him and we forced him to rehab. He was actually responsive and cooperative during rehab that when he graduated from it, we thought he will fully recover and stay away from drugs.
We expected too much, though. After his death, we found out that after rehab, he started experimenting with Xanax and other prescription drugs. After that, he started using heroin until his death.
As a mother, I wish I could have done more for my son. Right now, the only thing I can do is live with the pain of losing him to drugs. I wish mothers would not have to deal what I went through. Drugs bring nothing but sad stories to families.
My name is Johnny and I’m an addict. I have been using different prescription drugs for years. I don’t want to stop. I’m broke. I’m homeless. My family gave up on me because I steal from them. I need money to support my vice, that’s why. They’re afraid of me because they think that one day, I’m going to murder them. My father and brothers forced me out of the house. My mother was totally against it, but my siblings and my father were really firm.
Right now, I’m not sure what’s in store for me. All I care about is how I get drugs.
I started with ecstasy when I was 18 years old. My family is well-off, and I basically get everything I want. I have a fancy car, a fat wallet, and an amazing girlfriend. Things went greater when I landed my dream job. After 2 years of working hard, I was able to buy my dream house. I was ready to settle down when drugs caught my attention. I started going out more often and I partied really hard. That’s when I tried a lot of drugs.
It was so exciting, that I got hooked. I got so preoccupied with my new-found hobby that I didn’t realize how everything thing else in my life slipped away. I lost my girlfriend. I lost my family. I lost my job. The bank then sequestered my house. I had nothing left. In an ideal world, I would have recovered from all these and redeemed myself. That was not the case, though. Until now, I’m still hooked to drugs and I don’t know if I have any reason left to stop.
No one cared, so I also stopped caring. My story is just one of the many sad stories of people dealing with drugs.
Galih’s Story as Shared by His Wife
On December 25, 1998, I woke up and found my husband dead on our couch. We had a huge fight the night before because he suddenly stopped working and just hang out with his new buddies. We were just 23 then.
We got married early because I got pregnant. He vowed to provide for me and our daughter. Though he didn’t have a job that time, every day he would get up early to look for one. He was so determined to prove to my parents that he could take care of us. Then again, fate was cruel to Galih. 5 months of job searching and not one company called him for an interview. He had given up. He got so frustrated that he suddenly dropped everything and wandered around the neighborhood to look for something fun to do. That’s when he met his new hang out buddies.
I don’t mean to discriminate but from their physical appearance, you could tell that they were into drugs. I tried stopping my husband but every time I bring that issue up, we fought. It was on Christmas morning that I woke up seeing him cold and lifeless due to accidental heroin and valium overdose.
It’s almost 20 years since Galih passed. Our daughter is turning 21 tomorrow and for 21 years, she also didn’t have a father.
I’m Victoria and I’m 24. I was fired from a company despite my hard work. Now, I don’t have any reason to go on living my life diligently. Drugs are my new friends. They make me happy and they also share my misery. I believe we are destined to be together forever. I and my drug friends are the protagonists of our own sad stories.
Don’t let your family member or your friends end up as characters in these sad stories. Help them cope with their addiction problem, talk to a drug addiction Specialist at Sunshine Behavioral Health today.