I was still feeling pain in my collarbone from the accident, and I needed this to help me recover. I told myself that it was because I really needed it. And when that prescription ran out, I found a new doctor who would give me more. Since my first doctor wouldn’t prescribe me more, I started “doctor shopping.” I found a new doctor, described my pain and needs to them, and I got a new prescription. I had experienced the high of the drug, and I needed more. When my prescription ran out, I felt terrible physically and mentally. I was taking the prescribed amount originally, but the pain was excruciating, so the doctor upped my dosage, and my tolerance built up. The doctors prescribed me the opioid Oxycontin to manage the pain of my broken bones. But there was a much more destructive disease that would last a lot longer than the injuries I had from the accident. It took over a year to recover from my injuries. I suffered a broken leg, fractured collarbone, and head trauma.
The driver side, my side, took the brunt of the impact. As we drove through an intersection, a car ran a red light and t-boned us. I was 19 years old, and I was driving with a friend late at night. But that all changed after my first year of college. Like I said, the classic suburban existence. I studied, got decent grades, took all the right tests, and got into a decent college.
I filled my free time with baseball practice, video games, homework, and riding around with my friends.
My childhood was full of bike rides, hikes, and camping trips with my parents. I grew up in a middle-class family, without needing for anything. I had the typical, Pacific Northwest suburban upbringing. I am a 31-year-old man from Bellevue, Washington. We offer outpatient assistance, so you can maintain your work, family, and life commitments while getting the help you deserve!” Keep reading if you are struggling with drug addiction or if you think a loved one may be a high-functioning addict. So I’ll let you in on my secret so you know that you can change too and that there is hope for addicts if you choose to get sober and turn your life around. After the years of denial, my secret caught up with me, and it almost cost me my life. If you are using a substance on a regular basis, even after you’ve declared to stop, you are an addict. What I didn’t know is that addiction doesn’t work like that. I thought if I could still hold a job, pay my bills, and act normally around my family, then I wasn’t truly an addict. I was a high functioning addict - meaning it looked like I had everything together on the outside, but really my life was consumed by my addiction. I was addicted to drugs for 10 years of my life, and I hid it from my family and everyone I knew. Some secrets ruin your life and also the lives’ of your loved ones. Some secrets eat away at you until you have nothing left. Sometimes they are small - like when you steal that really tasty snack from the refrigerator at work that you know isn’t yours.