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I Almost Died From a Drug Overdose

by Devon Ross
(vancouver b.c.)

Wednesday, my foster parents left to go camping for about 5 days. My drug dealer got a hold of a pill called green ladies, main ingredients meth and MDMA - I took 8 the first day and I was wired all night. The next day he gave me 5 for free and I picked up 17.

I took the 5 as soon as I got them, popped them all at once. It's Thursday night, and I took 4 more ... I started to black out. I woke up riding my BMX around my town. I blacked out again and then I woke up on someone's roof knocking on their window at about 3 in the morning.

I then blacked out again and woke up at the skate park with a huge gash on my shoulder and the bike on top of me. It's now Friday and I haven't gotten any sleep yet, I take the rest of my pills but the effects were weak, as if I built up a tolerance to them in 3 days.

I stay home and by 12 midnight I start to feel weird, my right side of my body goes numb first my face then my arm then my leg, I start to think I'm having a stroke but I thought a stroke was a split second thing. I start hitting my self as I can't feel anything so I start freaking out telling my foster brothers I'm having a stroke but no one would believe me.

I thought for sure I was going to die. My foster brother slides me two pills across the table. He said go ahead take them. I start screaming and saying I'm never gonna pop pills again. I pass out on the couch and wake up with a blank kind of feeling in my head. Like I can't remember anything. I don't talk, can't think, don't wanna move, just want to sit there and wonder if I'm going to do pills ever again.

Turns out I did have a stroke, it was drug induced, meaning I took so many pills in such short time that I could have overdosed, but unlucky for me. I didn't die, so I'm still taking my chances and doing pills. So much for quitting.

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Jun 21, 2010
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The Harsh Reality of Drug Addiction
by: Anonymous

The Harsh Reality of Drug Addiction

The Harsh Reality of Drug Addiction richardmclaughlin007 — January 18, 2009 — after 11 months of sobriety from drug addiction, in 7 short days this man hits the depths of despair and insanity.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuNWCPDrJsM

This video was shot in Vancouvers downtown eastside by the narrator it is quite extreme, It shows how common place and and readily available drugs are and how people can succomb to a extreme physical reaction from lack of sleep, nutrition and dehydration. This video was made for many different reasons, one being educational the other as mentioned earlier it's common place here in Vancouver, in any other city or town in North America this man would have recieved immediate medical attention but here in Vancouver both the police and ambulance just drive by. If you do not belive me come on down and see our little human circus slash "HARM REDUCTION EXPERIMENT"
This man was spotted two hours later sleeping on a concrete curb as his pillow.
Both the narrator and producer of this video have had spent many years struggling with addiction and have spent hard time in Vancouvers "NOTORIOUS" downtown eastside.
Today they have escaped and are clean and sober and now dedicate there lives to those who still suffer from "THE HARSH REALITY OF ADDICTION"

Jun 10, 2010
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Some thoughts from an older addict
by: Greg A

You're basically committing suicide via street drugs, or given the stroke you've already had, you might just be lucky enough to only destroy your speech center or some other useful part of your brain. I suppose that's better than death, and it may turn out to be a blessing. I'm not being sarcastic or mean spirited.

Having to learn how to speak or walk all over again may give you a sense of purpose, at least for a time. You may even learn to stop taking your body for granted and take care of it instead of destroying it.

I know that I finally did, but it took me a long time to figure out that the short term "benefits" I got from alcohol or drugs are far outweighed by the costs to my health, my family, my career and my personal wealth or lack thereof. I see guys half my age in much better financial shape. But they don't drink and drug like I did.

You're obviously intelligent enough to learn how to stop this insanity and direct your efforts into something that benefits you and those around you. But you've first got to take ownership of your own behavior--no matter how well or poorly you were raised and what your friends or family do--and follow the path of those who have recovered.

Or you can take the easy way out and destroy yourself--a victim of your disease--rather than overcome it. The choice is yours. And I hope you choose to join us while you still can.

Jun 02, 2010
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Anyone can Stop
by: L

When I was 17, I was in a really bad relationship. My boyfriend, ex now, cheated on me all the time, lied to me, ditched me, wouldn't call for a week straight. But I was in love with him. He was my first, I gave my virginity to him and I THOUGHT I loved him. I was pure, and he screwed my head up so bad with lies, I didn't know what the truth was any more, so I stopped caring. Now, I am not shy to admit, I am a very pretty girl. Besides being pretty, I am very smart. I recently home-schooled myself through high school, took all academic courses and emerged with a 93 average. Above all that, I'm not slutty, I have excellent morals, I am not a criminal, a trouble started - I am a good person, and I was back then too but was for some reason, treated like crap by my ex boyfriend. Now, onto my point. One night it was so bad. I kept getting lied to, cheated on, and I couldn't get rid of him. I couldn't stop loving him. I brought it on myself yes, but he made me think he loved me too and he would change. Then things took a turn for the worse. He said something about me I'd rather not say, but it hit deep. It hurt so much, I downed a bottle of Motrin Extra Strength. Now I have a VERY low tolerance to pain killers. I can take one Tylenol 3 with Codeine and be so screwed up from it. And this time, I took maybe 30 pills. And I am tiny too. I was at the time like 5'4" and about 100 pounds soaking wet. Not annorexic skinny - I'm just normally small.
So I took these pills planning to kill myself. I hated my life THAT much over this guy. I just wanted to escape. I ended up falling to the ground and I was pretty much paralyzed. I was foaming at the mouth I couldn't move. Luckily my mother heard me fall and came upstairs to see me convulsing and called the ambulance. They put me in the hospital and drained the drugs out of me and listed me as a "suicide watch" patient. Now, I am not the type of girl who would have done this. I had good grades, was on the cheer-leading team as one of the main stunt girls. I smoked a bit of weed, but I didn't do any other drugs and I sometimes drank. I had lots of friends, people liked me. I was pretty, I was smart, I had a dance career - so much going for me. But this one guy screwed it all up. And I can say that that day changed me. He found out what happened to me and he changed too - for the better for a while. Then, a year later I became pregnant with his child. Now I have a gorgeous 3 year old son, I don't talk to him anymore, but if I would have died that day I would have never gained the most important thing in my life right now. And I would never have gotten together with the man of my dreams, who I knew at the time I was dating my ex. Drugs are not worth it. You can always stop yourself.

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