Hey Julie?
You have lots of reasons to be sad, I know.
Also, you know? You are lucky to have us friends on this thread who care about you.
You know as lots of us do that Heroin is a one way street. It is the WORST. If you want to know what it can do to you, read about my friend Pax Prentiss and what he went through.
It is a one way street... It makes you ugly, and sick, and homeless. It turns you into a thief... You will steal from your friends and family.
It is a one way ticket to misery.
Great ideas from this thread:
1. PROMISE TO REPORT BACK TO THIS THREAD AND TELL US HOW IT ALL WENT. WE ARE WAITING TO HEAR FROM YOU - DON’T LET US DOWN! WE LOVE YOU ! (Well I do because I happen to know what is going on in your head right now...)
2. Bring a friend to “The By?” Yes? OK?
3. Why not treat yourself to a TANNING SALON SESSION instead of that Sunshine? You know it’ll make you feel great.
What do you think?
I am waiting to hear from you. Remember even though we’re all over the world you have the BEST kind of Friends... FREEPER friends!
OK - just in case you don’tknow it yet - I don’t really want to get into Pax but here is his story in a NUTSHELL:
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For 10 years, I was hooked on heroin, cocaine, and alcohol. My drive to do drugs was so powerful because I wanted to numb the pain of my underlying problems, which were low self-esteem, depression, and anxiety. I was using drugs for the same reason most people are using—I was trying to run away from my problems and avoid feeling the pain they brought me.
During my years of using in the late 1990s, I did things that I never thought I would. I lied, thieved, cheated my friends and loved ones, pawned my possessions, conned credit card companies, and passed bad checks. Soon I had nothing left, but I was still willing to sacrifice whatever I could for drugs. I began stealing heroin from dealers, and eventually I was caught, beaten, and hospitalized. You would think that nearly being killed would stop me from using, but I didn’t. I continued year after year until I had no friends, I had alienated my family, and my health was in danger. I remember a time near the end of my 10-year run when I was standing in the street, trying to sell my shoes for $10 so I could buy more heroin.
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When you see that dealer, when you even THINK of Heroin, I want you to think of what it’s like to be sicker than you’ve ever felt, then have a dealer you don’t even remember crossing CURB STOMP you.
If you don’t know what a curb stomp is, look it up.
THINK OF A CURB STOMP WHEN YOU THINK OF HEROIN
and when you see that Dealer, when you’re in that place by accident, when you so much as want to snort it or smoke it, RUN RUN RUN... Around the block, down the street, out into the cold, whatever. Just run away.