Once again,

I wake up to cold sweats and chills because I’m going through fentanyl withdrawals from smoking 3-7 of the blue oxy 30’s (pressed) a day. I am sometimes even in a full on panic when I wake up like this because I need to get a pill as soon as possible just to feel normal and start my day officially. It’s a fucked up state to be trapped in. And I’ve been battling this addiction for a little under a year now. I was shooting up heroin and meth together 8-12 times a day. I thought that me getting off the needle was a step in the right direction,,, boy was I wrong. I’m literally a fucking slave to this addiction and I’m not proud of it. I have lost so many loved ones and so much of my personal items due to my addiction to opiates. I have always like opiates. But my life changed when I was introduced to heroin for the first time in prison on my 21st birthday. I came home with a bad habit, and it’s only taken from me. I’m luck to be alive to be honest. But I don’t think about that, I think about what I’m gonna do to get my next pill. The lengths I’m willing to go to to get that pill, and the person, or people I’ll have to hurt along the way. Everyday, every single day, I wake up in the same state of mind. How am I gonna get well? How am I going to curb my sickness? I hate my life!!! And until I smoke that first pill, that’s all that will be going through my head. 
  Please, if you know someone addicted to opiates, follow me. I’m going to be talking raw and uncut about my addiction. Tips are needed and welcomed, also, questions and comments are encouraged!