Story of a Long Island Heroin Addict
I didn’t grow up wanting to be a Long Island heroin addict. It just kind of happened because of a combination of things over the years. Long Island shouldn’t be an epicenter of heroin addiction, but it is. Located right off the East Coast, it’s where most residents of the Big Apple actually live. My neighborhood in Suffolk County was suburban in nature, with good families and a high-income bracket. But that didn’t stop me from becoming a heroin addict. My parents raised me right with a strong moral foundation, however, a series of emotional/psychological issues fueled my heroin addiction.
As my addiction progressed, growing up as a heroin addict in Long Island was lonely. Instead of going out with friends to Jones Beach State Park in the summer or The Good Life pub for a couple drinks like a normal person, you could find me home alone with a needle in my arm. The heroin epidemic in Long Island has exploded in recent years and when fentanyl came along it was the final straw for me.
If you spoke with me over the phone, you wouldn’t guess that I was a Long Island heroin addict. I wanted to go to Stony Brook University and make something out of myself. Perhaps as an engineer or a teacher. The world as open for me to succeed in until I started using heroin in high school. When fentanyl came along right after I graduated, things went downhill really fast. If you didn’t already know, fentanyl is up to 50 times stronger than regular heroin. I started mixing fentanyl with heroin for a stronger high and ended up overdosing. On the brink of death, I decided it was finally time to ask for help.
What made me become a Long Island heroin addict? The biggest culprit was my anxiety. I’ve struggled with crippling anxiety for as long as I can remember. I hated being in social situations and often felt uncomfortable in my own skin. Heroin made me feel normal in a way, it made me feel good being around people. I was outgoing and social (to a point). Of course, if I took too much then I would be a zombie and keep nodding off. Soon my friends were going to colleges and career jobs all across Long Island, while I was stuck in my mother’s basement ready to die.
After my last overdose, I’ve had enough of the misery that heroin brought. It felt good in the beginning but quickly turned into a desperate search for money so I could get high. This revolved around my life every single day. I had no other goals or ambitions…it was an absolutely miserable existence. As a Long Island heroin addict, my opportunities for getting help were limited. There was always a shortage of beds available in state-funded facilities, and it’s difficult to find legitimate and ethical addiction resources on the internet.
Long Island Interventions is different because it’s set up by recovering addicts with the single purpose of providing ethical addiction resources. With first-hand experience, the recovery advocates know what you’re going through and how crucial it is to get the help that you need. They take care of finding a place for you with an appropriate level of care. They have a crisis team available around the clock ready to assist heroin addicts across Long Island.
It was refreshing to know that these people who I’ve never met truly care about my well-being. If you or a loved one are addicted to opiates, then it’s definitely worth giving Long Island Interventions a call to see how they can help you.