My name is Eric and I am an addict. It started 15 years ago. When I reflect back to this period of addiction, I try to pinpoint the reasons for this destructive period of my life. I can’t seem to put my finger on it. As I can remember and recall (my thought processes were so distorted at this time), the reasons were simple; I was hanging out in bars to meet people. Cocktails led to my experimenting with Marijuana. I thought recreational use would not hurt me but this was not satisfying enough. I needed something more, so I explored and found cocaine powder form. I did hold a job so I was able to fund this use and introduced it to a friend of mine. We both started using on a regular basis. We would go out snorting and drinking. It was a regular way of life. The choices and habits of my life led down a destructive road of crack cocaine. My life began to spiral out of control. For the next two years, we used constantly. I lost my job, my supportive family, and friends but I did not care. This drug was more important and had such a hold over me. I chose drugs over my son and daughter, my job, my family, and friends. My drug buddies were the people I chose to socialize with. I was separated from my former wife was ashamed of who I was. My worries were not a factor when I used. The pain disappeared and I did not have to face who I was when I had drugs.