Sabrina* cannot recall her life after she started on heroin. When I smoked heroin, I used to feel happy, relaxed, confident and experienced. I could do anything in the world. I started to lift weights because I felt an extra rush of energy. I dreamt of the impossible like walking on the crowds. I became outspoken, less shy, and did not manage to sleep for almost 72 hours. When, I finally slept, I had collapsed at the back of our office store. People did not know what was wrong with me. I was taken to hospital later after I woke up.
When my parents realized that I had used heroin, they wanted to kill me or disown me. They just wanted out. I was depressed. After some time, I started to use Heroin when I wanted to work fast. I realized that if I was cleaning without heroin, I was slow and boring. I had to take a dose of Heroin to get things done fast. I also became creative after I took the drug. I would brainstorm on a thousand ideas and also talk about them to my peers. I had their attention.
It wasn’t long before I started using the drug to make my life easier. I had worked too much to get this thing right. I looked for a job to sustain my drug cravings. I was now taking the drug daily. So I started injecting the drug daily then moved to doing it several times per day. I started losing sleep for more than five days. I am awake and thinking and of course picking another dose.
Soon, I realized that even at work, I had to take my dose. I started having work issues because of the drug. Now, I was hooked. I found work a waste of time. I was stealing from my parents. I got hooked to the drug such that I could not think. I was doing heroin until I would collapse in the streets. When, I woke up, I just used to see heroin. I lost weight and focus. It was tiresome and hectic.
After losing my job, I turned to my family and anyone who cared. I just wanted the drug so bad, I had to steal. I would even beg on the streets. I could beg people to take me to their homes where I could stay and steal. I just had to get the ‘Devil’ in my system. The journey went on for 7 years until I realized that I wanted to die. I slept for more than two days on the same spot. People actually thought I was dead. When I woke up, id did not want to die. I wanted nothing to do with heroin. I was done and that is how I went to the rehabilitation at Tigoni.
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