Best Days Ahead

Each day I looked in the mirror, I saw less and less of the old me. It got to the point where all I saw was a broken down, defeated skeleton of a man whose best days were clearly behind him. Ironically the thing that robbed me of my life was the very thing that was supposed to help me get it back—they don’t put that on the warning label. If there’s one piece of advice I can give anyone, it is to be extra sure of two things when your doctor writes you a prescription for painkillers: that you really need them and that you can be honest with yourself about when it’s time to stop.

I was a normal guy. Up until a few years ago, the wildest things I had ever done was smoke a joint when I was 17 (one time) and drink to the point of vomiting on my 21st birthday. I’m a father of two and an accomplished financial professional. If I was going to develop a drug problem, I would have done so by now, right? Wrong. I became addicted to pain pills seemingly out of nowhere. One day I was cautiously taking them for issues with my back, the next I was lying to my wife about my supply, snapping at my children when I went too long without taking a pill and making excuse after excuse at my job.

I used to watch these talk-shows about these addicts that just gave up and completely surrendered themselves to drugs or alcohol and think: “How could they allow themselves to get to that point? Where’s their pride? Where’s their integrity?” The first time I went to a doctor other than my own for the sole purpose of getting a prescription for oxycodone; I knew I had become one of them. When you’re trying to feed your habit, however, things like pride and dignity quickly become relative and negotiable. While this wasn’t my finest hour, I refused to let it be a point of no return.

After almost destroying my marriage and getting weaker by the day, I finally said enough is enough and got treatment. I had to finally acknowledge that I was addicted to pain pills and decide what to do with that revelation. I could either let it dictate the rest of my life or salvage what was left of my pride and get professional help. Even after I entered treatment, it was incredibly hard to open up to my therapist at first. There was still a certain amount of posturing and denial, but all that eroded as I moved through my program.

I had enough of my old self left to battle back against the demons of addiction and have been sober for 2 years. I recognize that most people aren’t as lucky as I was to get such wonderful treatment, which is why I urge them to think twice before taking painkillers. More and more people are dying from these things every day. 

Contact the National Information Center for Pain Medication Addiction anytime toll-free at (855) 222-1980 or through our online form, and receive the answers, information or our recommendation for the help you or your loved one need to stop their pain medication addiction!

Get back the quality of life and level of dignity that is only possible when you or your loved one are no longer addicted to pain medication drugs . . . regardless of whether they were obtained legally or illegally.