Things started getting out of control when I had to give my arms and hands a break from digging into them with a needle, over and over again. Between breaking rigs into my skin, and constantly fighting to hit a vein, I knew it was time to start considering other options. I was becoming sicker and sicker each moment wasted on trying to register my shot.
By this point I was broken up with my ex, but we started hanging out again, it was hard for us to be separated from each other for longer than a few weeks. He noticed something was different with me, “What have you done to yourself?”, my ex says to me as I go to pull down my pants to continue exploring to find visible veins that I could inject some heroin and cocaine into. Little did he know that my habit grew worse and worse after us being not together. His surprised face was no longer surprised, then he realized the monster he created.
