5/6/2023 0 Comments A opiate withdrawl diarie![]() The drive always feels longer than it is when you’re withdrawals are kicking in again. It’s about 15 minutes to Asbury Park, the town I cop in. I overcast skies are starting to light up from the sun breaking over the horizon. My heroin addiction has taken me over my body seems to go on autopilot once I have money in my hand. I’m just always on the hunt for more heroin. I blame long hours at my job for my strange sleeping patterns and frequent absences, I have no job. My parents have no idea about what my life has become. The house is silent, I make my way to the kitchen where my dad usually keeps his money clip, I slide out $40. I wanĭer upstairs to see if my parents are awake yet. He doesn’t answer, so I try a few more times. I grab my cell phone and see if my dealer is around, his number is engraved in my brain I doubt I’ll ever forget it. A hot shower helps alleviate the heroin addiction withdrawals while the steaming water hits my back. I check my empty bags for any dust left behind from yesterday’s use, they’re pretty bare but there’s enough to shoot up to help relieve some of the pain for an hour or so. How am I going to get it, where am I going to steal from, who will I buy it from? I drag my legs from under the covers my cold damp feet meet the floor and drag me towards my shower. ![]() The first thing on my mind is the same as it always is: heroin. I don’t need an alarm, my cold sweats and muscle aches wake me up before the sun rises, it’s the same as most mornings.
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