I've been prisoner of heroin for 3 years now. I hate it and it absolute disgusts me. I think I'm like a lot of addicts though because i always end up relapse right as withdrawal sets in. For about two months i somehow manged to only shoot up twice a week. I guess it was just enough to get me through. About three weeks ago i lost my best friend to a dope overdose. Since then i've been back to my old ways shooting up twice to three times a day. I hate myself for it, i look at my son and i can't hold back my tears. I take great care of him, but i just feel like its unfair to him, if he were to lose me like that. Heroin has pretty much controlled my life and I'm just sick of it. My brother's wife is an addict, no one knows where she is so he's now a single father of two boys. My mother is an addicted as well along with two of my other friends that i no longer talk to. I feel horrible for lying and trying to cover up my marks. I just need advice what to do. Can anyone relate????
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