Dear Journal,

I am starting to think if my husband’s heroin addiction comes from his childhood or not. It was his mom that told me about his addiction after our marriage when I found out the needles in his coat pocket.

I remember when we first met, he liked punk rock music; however, he would also take photos of flowers and listen to Dolly Parton. He was extremely generous – he was the kind of a person who would provide you all the help you need if you need it.

We were met by mutual friends, and the more I was familiar with him, the more I recognized he was amusing and extremely sharp and smart. We met and invested hours nattering away to each other. From the start of our relationship, he was open about his anxiety and stated it went and came since his childhood, and he handled it with anti-depressants.


It didn’t appear an issue to me first as I didn’t know much about anxiety; however, he offered the impression he had it under control.

I have been with my husband for almost sixteen years. His heroin addiction was a total shock to me, as my husband has actually constantly been virtually teetotal.


The day when I found proof that he’d taken heroin once again in our home, I kept in mind all the times he’d acted that method and even times when he’d took care of our kids alone. My husband’s downward spiral had landed him in a dangerous place of full-blown addiction. And it actually didn’t matter to him as long as he is high.

He missed out on a day off work and lied to his manager, stating our child had actually been in health center with kidney issues (she had not). He then lost his task (of 10 years) for declining a drugs test.


Drugs have actually changed him into somebody I do not know. I understand that he has his issues with the prescribed pills in his childhood. He told me that he took all of his pills within the very first night him because of the pain in his knees.

The next day he lied about his prescribed pills stating that he lost them and began consuming pills every night. When he was simply a young boy, he was addicted to them!


It began to get even worse to where he would simply meet individuals who he understood would be able to get something like that on the street. It began with him purchasing Percocet since they were everywhere.

Last time we spoke, he said to me, “I wish to have the ability to get up and not think about getting high. I wish to have the ability to get up and hug everybody I like. I simply want my family back.”

I went to my parents, informed them about his heroin addiction. And that’s when we began looking for details about the treatment.


I advised him that he need to find some kind of purpose in his life. He needs to have some hope or faith in something else.

There’s another instance about my husband doing drugs in school that his mother told me. He found these pills and got them straight from his “Drug Addict Friends.” When he found that black-tar heroin was far more affordable and simpler to get, he has connected right away.


Familiar environments and old drug good friends made him begin yearning heroin. After discovering needles in his coat pocket, I understood that he was doing drugs once again. He was thin and pale, and he stated he felt like a loser due to the fact that he could not beat his addiction. He’s tried heroin detox multiple times already.

I remember, he once said to me, “Simply after I’d shoot up, I’d get an incredible rush. It’d feel like I was sinking into the floor. There was a pain in all my bones, tossing up, chills, and I couldn’t sleep for days.”


Now I understand that there is no such thing as “control” when it comes to addiction. You simply need them and will do all sort of insane things to get high once again. In the office, he would shut himself away and disappear to the bathroom for inconsiderably long hours.

One day he ended and overdosed up in the health center. That frightened me like nothing before. I saw that I actually didn’t have control over his substance abuse, and if I didn’t do something, it might eliminate him.


The social employee at the health center assisted me in getting him into a midway home with a drug treatment program. Now, for multiple times, we have visited Narcotics Anonymous (NA) conferences and classes that helped us to understand how to reconstruct our lives without drugs.

They helped him to feel normal again and gave him methadone; however it will give him a hand to remain neat, but he still has scars all over his arms, and his kidneys which aren’t working well.


I simply can’t get over the fact that his childhood is from where his heroin addiction story begins. Going to the doctor to get the prescribed pills and making up a lie to get pain reliever is something I will never ever do, unlike my husband due to the fact that I need to advise myself that as a kid, he was consumed with as much as twenty pain relievers every day.

Months after him ending up being addicted to opioids as a kid, he moved out of him due to the fact that of his progressive addiction. Moving from prescription to street drugs, he also took crystal meth and then back to heroin.


But I still remember that moment when he said that he was a heroin addict and that was where all the saving money had gone. I couldn’t believe it, and I think I ran downstairs and was hyperventilating.


Please God Assist Me,

His childhood addiction is making my children, and I, pay the price for this in every way. I am feeling utterly alone.

I have made up my mind. My husband is telling me he doesn’t understand why he’s done these things, much of what has actually occurred is because of his addicting habits for which he needs to take complete duty. I’m starting to think he might need to move out, into heroin addiction supported living.


Individuals aren’t considered to be ‘bad’ enough to get the aid that they, in fact, desperately need. As I mentioned this before, it’s no good now that my partner is informing you that he doesn’t actually understand what took place since here’s his chance to find out. To be more truthful, I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore until he seriously addresses his problems with someone qualified to help him.


I know that my husband and I are at a crossroads. The man I love or loved is still there, but for the time being and maybe for longer, he is unavailable to me. This is a consequence of addiction. I don’t have to stay with him. Putting my emotional health first may mean it is better that we separate.


But I still think that family recovery is possible. I don’t let this to end up being the legacy against which the kids will constantly be determining their lives. They require to be able to have a good time and share their life experiences to their only father figure in life, simply as much as I wish to, however for extremely apparent factors, is tough to do today.


Moving forward is possible. However, this requires everybody to comprehend what their function remains in the addict’s healing, which is not picking up the pieces for him, no matter how tempting.