I am a cocaine addict.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could use, let alone become addicted. But one night… wrong time… wrong place… wrong emotional state… wrong company… wrong blood-alcohol level… and an attitude of invincibility and desperation… I “tried it out”.
After that one time, any time I was sad or mad, all that came to mind was the euphoria of the moment the coke hit my system after lighting up. Within a few times I was hooked. Within a few months, my life was completely out of control. My family did an intervention. I went to treatment. Got clean. Relapsed. Suffered. Got desperate enough to find out what it really took for me to get clean and sober and stay clean and sober.
That was a few years ago. I am still clean and sober. There is hope. There are ways.