How many here have loved/been in love (or are) with an addict? It is truly one of the most painful, heartbreaking experiences one can go through. It is the other side of addiction. While the addict will say nobody could ever know what they are going through, the person who loves them despite this horrible addiction could say the very same thing.
I have loved an addict. A heroin addict. And I’m sure as soon as many people hear that term “heroin addict”, certain images pop into their heads; what a heroin addict would be. I know I was guilty of this, prior to becoming entangled in the life of an addict. But addicts come in all shapes, sizes and appearances and some of the last people you’d ever think are actually the most hopeless addicts. I learned not to judge a person for their addiction. I know it’s easy to SAY this but to really realize it and mean it, for me, took this personal experience.
I got to know the person, the intelligent, witty, beautiful, good-natured girl who was truly struggling (valiantly) with a monster bigger than herself. And that is the tradegy. I loved the person, but the person is NOT THERE when they succumb to addiction. I met her when she was clean. And it was great, for both of us. But the demon that is heroin addiction never left her and she relapsed. And I lost the person I had come to know.
A addict, a true addict, lives to feed that addiction. With a heavy-using heroin addict, they can only go a few hours before they begin to experience withdrawal sickness so they are basically trapped in a never-ending cycle of “getting that next dose” just to keep the sickness away. And when that withdrawal hits, the DRUG is the most important thing in the world. Even more important than their loved ones, their mother, their children. This is the demon that lives inside every heroin addict.
Of course the addicts KNOW what they are doing, they know that getting that next dose instead of feeding their child is terrible, horrible child abuse; but THAT is how strong the clutch can be. And this, in turn, feeds into more hopelessness and depression which feeds the addiction even more. They often would just rather die anyway.
There is no relationship, no bond between people, that is stronger than heroin. An addict will tell you anything to suit their needs. But how do you just turn your back on someone that you care for? You know they are out there dying a slow death, how can you just cut them out and end things? THAT is the true tragedy of loving an addict. Your damned if you do and your damned if you don’t. In the end, for my sanity and well-being, I HAD to let her go. But it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I truly believe heroin will kill her. She tried rehab, did methadone therapy (that is scary, fucked up shit right there) and suboxone therapy. Everything will work for awhile but, like most heroin addicts, her recovery never lasted. I say the drug will kill her because in order to successfully beat it I believe you need certain things in your life. Things like a positive family support structure, hope, confidence and resources. She had none of these things.
I guess I’m writing all of this because I want to know if there is anyone else with experiences of having an addict as a loved one and how they coped.