You've been so preoccupied with searching day in and day out for heroin that you forgot that you're family still loves you. Even though they don't trust you or sometimes they may even dislike you...it's not you they dislike...it's your behavoir...you're continuous search for heroin, your fixation on how to buy it, who to buy it from, how to pay for it. We know you can't help it. It's called a disease. It's a brain disease.
There are plenty of people out there that have made it back from heroin addiction, back to a normal life. No lies, no stealing, no more worries about heroin. Heroin is a choice, a bad one but nonetheless your choice. No one made you start using heroin and then continue making you use heroin. You're not special...you will become addicted to heroin if you use it. I hear you saying, "I'm different...I've been through so much in my life it want happen to me". Well, you're not special and if you use heroin you will become addicted to it eventually. If you've ever tried to stop before you know how horrible the withdrawals can be and that fear doesn't help.
My daughter was a heroin addict [a lying, stealing, needle-using, dirty, junkie heroin addict] for about 2 years before I found out about it. She had snorted heroin for a year and then progressed to using needles for a year. She was 17 when I found out about it. I thought the bruises on her arms were from her friends playing around with her [that's what she told me]. I remember searching online for possible reasons for her arms being bruised. I thought she might have some type of disease. I never found anything online that led me to believe that she might be an drug addict. I knew she was a troubled teen and I had been taking her to see a psychiatrist for her anger, mood swings and general depression. Not once did anyone ever say anything to me about the possibility that her severe mood swings, rages, anxiousness and suicidal tendencies had anything to do with drug addiction. Boy, was I surprised. I felt like an idiot.
I immediately took her to her psychiatrist and told him she was a heroin addict. He just looked at her, asked her if she was sick...she said yes. He left the room, and immediately came back with a tiny orange pill. He told her to put it under her tongue and let it dissolve. He wrote her a prescription for seboxone and told us to come back the next week. That was the beginning of a year of ups and downs....Today, a year later she's no longer taking seboxone...she's heroin free and says she'll never go back. Soon, she'll start college. I'm looking forward to what the future holds for her and she is too thanks to seboxone.