Trying to get help for someone struggling with addiction can be challenging and quite frankly a headache sometimes. If you have ever reached out for advice on how to deal with someone you know who is addicted, you may have heard of using “tough love”. What exactly does that mean though?
Someone you love or are close to passes out. Their lips are turning blue and they are lethargic or non-responsive. You know they struggle with substance abuse and suspect an overdose, but you do not have Narcan. What do you do? Obviously call an ambulance.
In 2017, drug overdose deaths continued to rise exceeding 70,000 casualties with Fentanyl and other powerful opioid synthetics continuing to increase the loss of life.
“The first high was amazing, and I was instantly hooked. From that point on, I was always chasing it; the first high. It got to the point where I would make sure I was up all night and sleep all day, so I wasn’t around people because I was too ashamed of myself to be around other people.
Addiction is a heated topic that has touched nearly everyone’s life in some way. It’s emotional, and often misunderstood. Add to this the fact there’s a ton of outdated, and downright false ideas about it.
The idea of “doing an intervention” on a drug addict has gained popularity thanks to television. And as the opioid epidemic wreaks havoc on this country, more families ask themselves this question; does it work? First, there is a lot false information out there.
It is a nerve-racking moment for everyone involved with family worried things will go back to how it used to be before the addict got sober and the now sober addict worrying about what they will be facing when they get out.
My job consists of helping families each day to get their loved ones into treatment. The one thing most of them have in common is not being able to distinguish the differences between enabling an addict and helping them.
It all started on a Monday. I was supposed to be going to work. I was trying to get an ID to go to work at Costco, in the tire shop. Long story short I couldn’t because I had fines that I couldn’t pay. I never made it work, and it was Mardi Gra, so I was downtown.
I had a dream one night, while I was in rehab, that I snuck out and shot up heroin . I awoke in a panic, dripping sweat and convinced that it was real. The fact is, that wouldn’t have been unusual for me. When you’re at your fifth treatment center, you start to doubt yourself. A lot.