My entire existence is filled with shadows, pain, regret, shattered dreams, and things left unsaid. At 38 years old, with two months of sobriety under my belt, I find myself standing at the crossroads. My name is Gavin. I’ve spent the last twenty years shooting cocaine, and this is my story.

It all started when I was just a teenager looking for a way to escape the pressures of not fitting in and never feeling like I belonged. Cocaine seemed like the answer – a quick high that made me forget about all my problems. But what started as a weekend habit quickly spiraled out of control.

Before I knew it, I was shooting up every day just to feel normal.

The rush of the drug became my only source of happiness, and I couldn’t imagine life without it. I lost friends, jobs, and even my family, all in pursuit of that fleeting feeling of euphoria, which wasn’t actually euphoric. Every shot sent me spinning. Every shot made me wonder if it was the last. Sometimes, the spinning would make me throw up, and that was what I called a good shot.

It just doesn’t sound right now. In this moment, I can see the insanity of what I was doing to myself, but it’s that whole rabbit hole mentality thing. Once you go down the rabbit hole, well- you’re down the rabbit hole, if that even makes any sense.

Over the years, I’ve been in and out of rehab and tried countless times to quit, but the pull of cocaine was too strong. It consumed me, turning me into a shell of the person I used to be. I’ve seen friends overdose and die, narrowly escaping the same fate myself more times than I can count.

Now, as I look back on the last twenty years, I realize how much I’ve lost to this addiction. It’s taken everything from me – my health, my relationships, my dignity. But I’m determined to fight back, to reclaim my life and break free from the chains of cocaine. This is my story of struggle, survival, and, ultimately, redemption.

Shooting Cocaine with My Dear Old Dad

It all began when I was just 16 years old, a vulnerable kid seeking solace from a father who was drowning in his own demons. Little did I know his demons would introduce me to a lifetime of pain, pointlessness, suffering, and addiction. With trembling hands and a racing heart, he injected me with my very first shot of coke, which soon after consumed every fiber of my being: cocaine.

As the years passed, my addiction spiraled out of control, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. I became a slave to the needle, chasing a high that always seemed just out of reach.

Each hit was a temporary escape from the harsh realities of life, but the consequences were always waiting for me on the other side.

I found myself in and out of jail, facing charges ranging from burglary to larceny, all in the futile pursuit of my next shot. My relationships crumbled beneath the weight of my addiction, leaving me alone and isolated in a world that had long since turned its back on me.

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With every passing day, the grip of addiction tightened around my soul, suffocating any remnants of hope or dreams I once had. I became a mere shell of a person, consumed by the insatiable craving for my next fix. The depths of despair seemed bottomless as I lost touch with reality and myself. The pain I inflicted on my loved ones became unbearable, and their trust was shattered by my relentless pursuit of cocaine. Looking back, I see that I didn’t feel worthy of those who loved me, and that is one of the worst feelings I have ever felt.

The vicious cycle persisted as I found solace in the temporary oblivion that substance abuse offered, only to wake up to the harsh reality of the wreckage I had created.

My high gone, my problems worsened by my bender. I was trapped in an endless cycle of arrests, facing charges ranging from burglary to larceny, as I relentlessly pursued my next high. My addiction tore apart my relationships, leaving me alone and isolated in a world that had abandoned me long ago.

But perhaps the most devastating blow came when I watched my own father succumb to the same demons that had haunted us both for so long. In a filthy motel bathroom, he took his final breath, leaving behind a legacy of pain and unanswered questions. The silence that hung in the air that day spoke volumes, echoing the regret and despair that had become all too familiar to me.

Two months ago, I made the decision to reclaim my life from the clutches of addiction. It hasn’t been easy, and there are days when the cravings threaten to consume me whole. But with each passing day of sobriety, I find myself growing stronger and more resilient in the face of temptation.

I share my story not out of a desire for sympathy or pity but out of a deep-seated conviction to prevent others from following down the same path of destruction that I once walked. Addiction is a cunning foe, one that preys on the vulnerable and the desperate. But it is not insurmountable.

To those who find themselves teetering on the edge of darkness, know that you are not alone. There is hope, even in the darkest of times. Reach out to those who love you and seek help from professionals who understand the complexities of addiction. And above all, never lose sight of the person you were meant to be, the person buried beneath the layers of pain and regret.

I may be 38 years old, single, and without a family to call my own, but I refuse to let my past define my future. Each day is a new opportunity to rewrite the narrative of my life, break free from the chains of addiction, and embrace the limitless possibilities that lie ahead.

So, to anyone reading this who may be struggling with their own demons, know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It may be dim and flickering, but it is there, waiting for you to find your way back to the surface. You are stronger than you know, and your story is far from over.

Together, let us shatter the silence that surrounds addiction, lift each other up in moments of weakness, and forge a path toward a brighter tomorrow. For in our shared struggles lies the power to inspire, educate, and heal. And in that healing, we find redemption.

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