Invisible Addict
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Ongoing10m
Last published Fri, Nov 30, 2018
This is the true story of my life as a heroin & crack cocain addict which I managed to keep pretty much secret for almost 12 years. I'm not your stereotypical addict I've worked consistantly since I was about 13, I've never robbed an old lady, infact I've never robbed or burgled, or stolen anything from a actual person. Businesses/companies on the other hand I'd have them over as often & for as much as I could & feel no remorse about it. Looking af me you'd never guess I was an addict, I looked like everyone else, had a job etc. There are many people like me I've met doctors, lawyers, teachers/headmasters, judges even police officers who were also addicts but kept that part of their life a secret. These are the people I call Invisible Addicts, & I've spoke to people that have kept their secret for 30+ years. Me I made it about 12 years & everyone of them was like being on a deadly rollercoaster at one point it even appeared like I was quite successful I had plenty of money & little worries, I gave my parents & brothers my bank details to use I payed off bills/debts brought things like a Macbook pro, X Boxes & even a recording studio. I was running up bills of thousands to drug dealers paying them at the end of the week with no worry. I was doing this by stealing & scamming at work but inevitably it all came crashing down. Ending up jobless, massive (& still increasing) debts, living back at my parents. I'm barely hanging on, & still with an expensive drug habit. My secrets now out
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