Once my prescription ran out and I was healed up, I found a way to get my hands on these drugs without the need of a doctor’s prescription.
Over the next decade, my drug habit only became stronger and stronger, and while I thought I I was living a “healthy” lifestyle because of the time I spent in the gym, I gained a lot of weight from a terrible diet that consisted mostly of fast food, microwave burritos and Mr. Noodles.
My drug habit slowly began to consume me as well and I felt like I was trapped, with no hope. I was secretly terrified that my drug habit would end up killing me, and I repeatedly cried out to God to deliver me from the grip of this horrible habit.
This issue came to a head at the age of 33, when my wife and a couple of friends confronted me about it, and convinced me to kick this habit.
At the time I was making my own “backyard opium" through sources and methods I had researched on the internet, and I had a monster sized habit. I decided to kick the habit cold turkey, and the first night, I became so terribly sick that I needed to check in at the local hospital emergency room.
We had 2 small children at the time, that we had to bring to my in-laws house on our way to the hospital. When we were checking in at the front desk of the hospital, I passed out and woke up in a hospital bed, hooked up to a bunch of monitors and machines.