In the past I have always been quite a moody person. My junior year in High School it started big time. By the time the second semester started I was missing tons of classes. I still managed to pass, but mainly because my teachers new that in the past I had made good grades. The deal was that I had to leave the school...not because of behavior, but because it was an I.B. school and they were worried my GPA would suffer if I continued to miss school. Well I went to a new school. Actually, I went to that school in 7th and 8th grade, but left to go to the I.B. school.
Before I started going to that new school, I tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I went to my doctor and we talked. He said that it would help if I went to a psychiatrist or psychologist. I listened and went to one he recommended. I went for about two months during the summer before school. I explained how I felt now, and my past problems. Later that summer I started sleeping a lot and worrying a lot. I told this to my doctor and he decided to put me on medication. He said I probably had ADD(not ADHD) and depression. So I was started on Adderall and Zoloft. As time went by the first semester at my new school, I got even worse. So My medications were bumped up or changed. I tried Prozac, Zoloft, Adderall, Wellbutrin,Neurontin,Zyprexa. Things seemed to stabilize.
By my second semester I was missing days again and sleeping a lot. Also my worrying increased ten-fold. New rounds of meds followed including Xanax, Ativan, and Klonopin. Once again these worked well for a while. During this time I began to use pot, GHB, cocaine, meth, alcohol, Lortabs, Oxycontin, Demerol, etc and anything that would get me fscked up. I even began abusing my prescriptions. Well, I ended up homeschooling through my county the rest of the second semester. I did get to graduate with my class.
Well due to a high ACT score and a fair GPA, I received a scholarship to Mississippi State University. The scholarship waived out of state tuition fees(I am from Alabama) and saved me about 2500 a semester. Well anyways the start of college was great. I was making good grades and was having a blast. Then I discovered how to order extra prescriptions by using shady pharmacies online(do not e-mail me or pm me to ask how...I will NOT tell you). I started getting thousands of pills a day through the mail. I was getting my medication plus other things. Things like Lortabs, Valium, extra Klonopin, Xanax, and Ativan. I was eating a TON of pills a day. I stopped going to class. Why should I, when you can eat pills all day? Then I began selling them as well.
Fast foward about a month. I have been attending class only once or twice a week. I stay fscked up 24-7. Then the sh!t hits the fan. I o.d. one night. I had passed out, yet somehow woke up in the morning and had enough time to call 911. I wake up hours later in the hospital. The doctor asked me how much Heroin I had shot up the night before. I was like what the fsck? Heroin was one of the only drugs I never tried. He said that he had given me Nubain and I woke up. All I know is that I took a whole bottle(90) of 2mg Xanax, a whole bottle(30) of 10 mg Lortabs, a whole bottle(30) of 10 mg valium. Why? To this day I do not know.
My mind was mush at this point. I could not talk without heavily slurring my speech, I remember nothing and could barely walk. The whole world was spinning. I was discharged and my parents took me to a rehab in Alabama. I was there one night. I had to drink lots of the charcoal crap to remove stuff from my system. It didn't work. I still had no idea where I was or what I was doing. I cussed out the head doctor(who was Indian) and called him a terrorist. This happened right after Sept.11... so it is what popped in my head. I regret that badly and need to apologize to that man. Anyways, I was kicked out of the rehab and went back to Birmingham to go through Detox. I was there about two weeks. I then came to Atlanta and went to rehab here. I am not going to mention the name of the place.
The rehab/group I am in is great. I am almost done with my outpatient. Everyone here is my age. Not only do I now have almost 3 months sober, but I have become a much better person. It took almost a month for my head to clear from all the drugs. I was a zombie at first. I finally have the balls to tell my story so there it is. I realize I will always be an addict, but I will be a recovering addict.
Evan
Before I started going to that new school, I tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I went to my doctor and we talked. He said that it would help if I went to a psychiatrist or psychologist. I listened and went to one he recommended. I went for about two months during the summer before school. I explained how I felt now, and my past problems. Later that summer I started sleeping a lot and worrying a lot. I told this to my doctor and he decided to put me on medication. He said I probably had ADD(not ADHD) and depression. So I was started on Adderall and Zoloft. As time went by the first semester at my new school, I got even worse. So My medications were bumped up or changed. I tried Prozac, Zoloft, Adderall, Wellbutrin,Neurontin,Zyprexa. Things seemed to stabilize.
By my second semester I was missing days again and sleeping a lot. Also my worrying increased ten-fold. New rounds of meds followed including Xanax, Ativan, and Klonopin. Once again these worked well for a while. During this time I began to use pot, GHB, cocaine, meth, alcohol, Lortabs, Oxycontin, Demerol, etc and anything that would get me fscked up. I even began abusing my prescriptions. Well, I ended up homeschooling through my county the rest of the second semester. I did get to graduate with my class.
Well due to a high ACT score and a fair GPA, I received a scholarship to Mississippi State University. The scholarship waived out of state tuition fees(I am from Alabama) and saved me about 2500 a semester. Well anyways the start of college was great. I was making good grades and was having a blast. Then I discovered how to order extra prescriptions by using shady pharmacies online(do not e-mail me or pm me to ask how...I will NOT tell you). I started getting thousands of pills a day through the mail. I was getting my medication plus other things. Things like Lortabs, Valium, extra Klonopin, Xanax, and Ativan. I was eating a TON of pills a day. I stopped going to class. Why should I, when you can eat pills all day? Then I began selling them as well.
Fast foward about a month. I have been attending class only once or twice a week. I stay fscked up 24-7. Then the sh!t hits the fan. I o.d. one night. I had passed out, yet somehow woke up in the morning and had enough time to call 911. I wake up hours later in the hospital. The doctor asked me how much Heroin I had shot up the night before. I was like what the fsck? Heroin was one of the only drugs I never tried. He said that he had given me Nubain and I woke up. All I know is that I took a whole bottle(90) of 2mg Xanax, a whole bottle(30) of 10 mg Lortabs, a whole bottle(30) of 10 mg valium. Why? To this day I do not know.
My mind was mush at this point. I could not talk without heavily slurring my speech, I remember nothing and could barely walk. The whole world was spinning. I was discharged and my parents took me to a rehab in Alabama. I was there one night. I had to drink lots of the charcoal crap to remove stuff from my system. It didn't work. I still had no idea where I was or what I was doing. I cussed out the head doctor(who was Indian) and called him a terrorist. This happened right after Sept.11... so it is what popped in my head. I regret that badly and need to apologize to that man. Anyways, I was kicked out of the rehab and went back to Birmingham to go through Detox. I was there about two weeks. I then came to Atlanta and went to rehab here. I am not going to mention the name of the place.
The rehab/group I am in is great. I am almost done with my outpatient. Everyone here is my age. Not only do I now have almost 3 months sober, but I have become a much better person. It took almost a month for my head to clear from all the drugs. I was a zombie at first. I finally have the balls to tell my story so there it is. I realize I will always be an addict, but I will be a recovering addict.
Evan
