Reflective Essay On Drug Addiction

Unfortunately, that situation didn’t go as planned and living further away from my job with no car caused me to lose my job. Losing my job put an extreme amount of stress on my family, due to not having money to pay the bills or to support my pill habit. At this point in time I knew I had a problem with narcotics and needed help. I put it off when Tim got a job thinking that I could support my habit again. Things got better for a while until Tim started using painkillers with me. Tim had gone so long trying to encourage me to stop, that he started using them with me. It was fun using together for a few months; until I found out we were going to have a baby. Now, we were both addicted to narcotics, had no vehicle, struggling just to get by financially, with a seven year old girl and a two year old girl. I knew something had to change because we were both too weak to help each other get clean. Due to this, we decided it was best to move in with my father. When I made the call to my father to confess my addiction, tears started running down my face. Admitting to my dad my struggle with narcotics was hard because I didn’t want to be a disappointment to him however, I needed to get help and the first step was to be honest and admit I had a problem.

Substance abuse disorders are common in our society. It is a disorder that each one of us will most likely experience through a family member, friend, or our self. I felt very drawn to this topic due to the fact that I have a family that has background of substance abuse and I myself have battle the demon. Not until I struggled with my own addiction did I become more tolerable and understanding to those that have a substance abuse disorder. Substance abuse is not something anyone wants to have; it is a disorder that takes control of a person’s life. It is a beast that tears a person apart; from their being to the lives of their loved ones. This disorder is not biased in anyway; rich or poor, male or female, employed or unemployed, young or

I talked to the man, who asked to go by “Richard”, after the meeting concluded. We sat outside the conference room and drank coffee while he told me about his lifelong battle with alcohol and drugs. I think what struck out the most to me was just how sad and regretful his tone of voice was as he told his story to me. He recalled how he first shot up with heroin at the age of fourteen, and how his life was a vicious cycle of drugs and depression afterwards. “Richard” told me that he was in and out of juvenile halls throughout his teenage years and how, when he was supposed to be in school, would skip classes to drink on the curb or inject himself with heroin in some dirty gas station bathroom. “I was in and out of prisons too, once I got old enough.” I remember him telling me. After two three year stints in prison on drug and alcohol related charges, the correctional

Heroin started with “sniffing” and eventually led to intravenous use. I lost my job, stopped going to school and lost my family. I did not want to subject this drug use to my young children, so they went to live with their father. I had contact with my children, however, I missed out on a lot of memories and milestones, which I now feel they resent me for.

1397556*01 I have had this member since 2/9/12, this member has always been very respectful and always a pleasure to speak with. Member had a lot of transportation issues and we always got through it with the help of Margie Grinion HCMSS who always played a big role in helping. Member has been on Dialysis for years and never really complains. Last month when we spoke he asked me for help and confessed he has been a cocaine addict for years and realized he needs help. I was taken aback and my heart hurt for him because I could her in his voice the urgency and I was so happy that he felt he could speak to me about this and that he was honest and not too proud to ask for help. I called Psych care, explained the situation and expressed his genuine

In today’s society, we are faced with many issues and problem. How we learn to deal and cope with these issues plays a major role in a person life. Ricky is a 37 year old male from Gainville, Ga. I have been working with Ricky to help him deal with his Substance Abuse for about a month now hears at Sunrise. When he was 18 years old, he moved to New York with his uncle to find a job and to go to school to better himself. Sometimes life can throw a curveball at you by the time he was 28 years old, he was hooked on cocaine and had been arrested numerous of time for possession of a controlled substance and assault. His last arrested came a year ago where he plead guilty to possession of a controlled substance and DWI. After, that he moved to

The story of the prostitute addicted to crack, Patricia, who changed her life around after she gave birth to her 6th child impacted me. After she got help she was able to get off drugs, obtain a part-time job, get an apartment, and most importantly keep her youngest child. Her addiction was preventing her from taking care of her children and costing herself her dignity. It was inspiring to see her stay sober and being able to provide for her oldest and youngest child. Unfortunately, Patricia’s story also showed how her mistakes were being repeated by her son. This seems to occur often in families involved with addiction and violence.

Heroin addicts have the psychological dependence on heroin that leads them into the state of self-destruction and the possibility of leading to death by the extreme use of heroin. Never estimate the poppy flower for its power that withholds the fiends to their mentality enduring the euphoria enslavement of the mind that contained for many centuries. The heroin addiction nation is a self numbing injection and dry approach to have the mind under the state of the greatest feeling of great happiness leaving the pain behind under the spell of heroin. Heroin comes in many forms for addicts to enjoy in their own way. They come in powder and rock like form that is combined with other narcotics. The snorting form for heroin is not

For this was only the beginning and moving was not that simple, it was shockingly difficult. For the money in our account was gone, there was no income coming in from my husband, for he had been on leave for a while unbeknownst to me. I had no rental history, our apartment was a benefit given to my husband through his employment. The only solution that I could think of was to call my parents. There only solution for them was that they would care for my daughter, and would pay for a hotel for my son and me. I was unsure of this arrangement and choose it out of desperation, but my daughter needed me (and I needed her, she was 14, and literally strong, we had to do all of the packing and moving on our own), she was impressible and in high school. And how would my precious and naïve son that was three understand that in an instance he was going to leave behind all that was familiar, his room, his house, and his toys. And that when we left we would be going on our own. The last words I said to my husband were, I love you but I can no longer go down this path, I hope that when you go on your own you will choose to fight this addiction. Today, I can proudly say, my husband, fought for himself, while we supported him with love, he sought out counseling, and honesty with his physician, finding an alternative to pain medication for

When my sister hit her teenage years, she hit a slippery slope of partying and drugs. Our family went through some hardships with Jelly’s drug and alcohol addiction. Jail time, drug rehab, in and out patient; however, my mother and I stood by Jelly’s side through it all. We were working on mending our family wounds when it happened. An old love and drug buddy of my mothers, Jeff, had kept in contact with her over the years. Still a frequent drug user, Jeff somehow convinced my mother to let him move in with us. Jeff was not just a drug addict; he was a thief, a liar, and a woman beater, as we would soon find out.

I didn’t know this young man. I wish I had. I would have noticed his pinned pupils. I would have noticed the bottles on his shelf or empty in the trash. I could have talked to him about the loperamide. I could have tried to shake him out of his tree, addict-to-addict. I could have provided hope and encouragement. I want to reach out to him and reassure him that there’s a life beyond addiction that honestly does not suck as much as he thinks it will. That he’ll be okay! It’ll all be okay! Say something. Anything. But sometimes, despite all efforts, it still doesn’t work.

He is addicted to drugs and has lived on the streets for over 25 years. In the beginning my family and I tried everything we could to help him be we lost the battle to his addiction. His dependency and addiction cause his mind to forged manacles that are truly the hardest to break.

Substance abuse and addiction have become a social problem that afflicts millions of individuals and disrupts the lives of their families and friends. Just one example reveals the extent of the problem: in the United States each year, more women and men die of smoking related lung cancer than of colon, breast and prostate cancers combined (Kola & Kruszynski, 2010). In addition to the personal impact of so much illness and early death, there are dire social costs: huge expenses for medical and social services; millions of hours lost in the workplace; elevated rates of crime associated with illicit drugs; and scores of children who are damaged by their parents’ substance abuse behavior (Lee, 2010). This paper will look at

My reflection paper is on the subject of substance abuse. As the structure of society changes, the acceptability of one drug or another changes. I have dealt with my own experiences of substance abuse personally and through family and friends throughout my community. I believe there are many underlying problems Native people face today that lead to substance abuse. So, drug use and alcoholism is not the problem in my town, those are more like side effects of something deeper. I would have to agree most with the symbolic interactionist perspective as far as the labeling theory goes. There are also many images in the media that depict the use of drugs and alcohol to make it seem like even though it is bad, it is sometimes okay. These images sparked my own curiosity to experience a fun high or a night out with friends and hopefully getting lucky. I had so many questions about drug use and alcohol. My older siblings and cousins were involved in those circles so it was only natural that me and my cousins and peers who I grew up with got into smoking marijuana and buying drinks on the weekends. I did not know at the time about the dangers of underage drinking. I also had very little knowledge of the condition of my mental health at my young age. Eventually I found out that I had an addictive personality and I got myself into a downward spiral of substance abuse.

A person’s body, in almost every aspect of its being, is addicted when one is a mild to chronic user and abuser. The nervous system, brain, and muscle tissue are all living in anticipation of the next high. So, for the addict, it is crucial that the cycle of behavior, is broken. The addict needs to pull up the anchor that keeps them from moving forward. This means changing environments, patterns and even sometimes friends and social associates.