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I came to
T.H.O.M.A.S from the streets. I’ve been addicted to heroin for the last 10 years of my life. I’ve hurt a lot of people; my family, my ex girl-friend; I’ve even hurt my daughter because she had got to the age when she knew what I was doing; sticking pins in myself. She got to understand not to come into a room when I was alone because she had walked in a couple of times and saw me. All this pain I was causing. I knew deep down what I was doing but it was the heroin. I started isolating myself, through that I started taking anti-depressants, I was scared of going into crowded places. After 5 or 6 years of this abuse I took of one day and took an overdose of anti-depressants and ended up in hospital having my stomach pumped I decided then to do a rattle with my mum. My mum and dad helped me. I lasted three weeks. After that I thought I was cured and went back to using gear. I thought I could cope with it; but that’s part of the disease, thinking you can cope. I came into T.H.O.M.A.S. and I now have a better understanding of the disease and the things it made me do. I’m learning about a higher power, meeting clean people every week at N.A. I’m coming to believe in God, which four months ago I wouldn’t have done. I pray every day; I can see little things happening through each day. I just hope that when I leave treatment I can keep all those things with me. |
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