RE: Ask a former IV heroin addict
April 10, 2017 at 8:09 pm
(This post was last modified: April 10, 2017 at 8:11 pm by AceBoogie.)
(April 10, 2017 at 7:52 pm)Crunchy Wrote: The first time you stuck a needle in your arm (before you were addicted) did it cross your mind that what you were about to do was really stupid?
Actually, no. I think when you're on heavy drugs your thinking is so clouded that you can't really correctly analyze a situation even if you wanted to.
That being said, I didn't care to examine myself during that period of time, I was too concerned with getting high and I think I would have done anything to rationalize getting a bigger, better high.
edit: it's also worth mentioning that by the time I injected heroin for the first time I was already pretty addicted to heroin mentally, so injecting I guess didn't seem like that big of a step up.
(April 10, 2017 at 7:56 pm)Simon Moon Wrote: I have a question for you and the other ex-addicts here.
After Jesus helped you change your life, and get you off drugs, why did you walk away from HIM?
Because of course, only Jesus can change people's life...right?
I'm a dirty sinner and I should be spanked.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
