It was a short trip for me to get from pot to sticking a needle in my arm. The fun was over and the addiction begins. I lived in a world consumed with one thought, how can I get loaded today and the hell with everyone else. The life of addiction is ugly and sad because even knowing it is a disease, people let things go on without any real intervention, the addict is in a web of despair and hopelessness. It is amazing how the majority of people just enable the addict and actually help them and make excuses for their erratic behavior.
Addicts are excellent con artists and can manipulate every situation.
I spent many months in jail and still my real problem went on unchecked and unnoticed. If you love someone like that read on but get professional help. Well I actually did quit for a year and started to work in our rented apartment refinishing furniture. 6 months later we were on our own. I conned my way back to just a few drinks on Saturdays, of course it only took about 2 months before it was the same old thing.