Hello everyone. I thought I would briefly introduce myself. You seem like a very welcoming community. My mother and father were both addicts. My father's drug of choice was alcohol, but he quit before I was born. My mother was addicted to Xanax and painkillers. My mother died when I was 12 and that's when I first started experimenting. I would drink mouthwash and cough syrup. I would buy over the counter sleeping pills and take 10 at a time. Overall, pretty normal teenage stuff. Then my dad died when I was 20. I began drinking heavily to deal with the pain of this. Things started to go downhill. When I was 24, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I tried a variety of opiates, from Vicodin to oxycodone. For about 3 months, I was taking around 8 narcotic pills a day. I thought I would have to take more to become addicted. I was wrong. I went through agonizing withdrawal, and had never been so depressed in my life. I couldn't sleep and thought seriously of suicide. Over 2 years later, I still crave opiates. Nobody in my life knows about any of this. I have kept it hidden, but I can't any longer. I had to tell somebody. Thank you for reading.