crack cocaine

[Missy]

Is there any type of drug than can help with the relapse of crack users, to decrease craving. We have tried N/A and i have went to Nar-Anon. He has relapsed 2x since summer....before that he was clean for 2 yrs.  He was a user for about 7 yrs before that. He claims that he craves alcohol first...after he drinks he craves the crack cocaine.....he presently goes to AA, which i am not to sure how much good that does....any suggestions???????

HELP ME PLEASE TO SAVE MY FAMILY!!

Missy

[gizzy32]

Jay this is a really old post. U can post your own question if you want. I just wanted to say the good news is you have only smoked 3 months, the bad news is it will still be hard to quit. If ya wanna talk about this send me a pm or go to top and post a question. I am a cocaine addict and for awhile watched some people close to me get involved with crack and it will take you down quicker than you can imagine. This is probably the best advice you will have gotten, cause your life depends on it right now, get some help now cause you can stop, 3 months from now you will have reached another level and there is no turning back, please believe me. Wishing you luck man, hope to hear from ya.

[Jay10000]

I hate crack. I hate the drug so much. I have only been smoking for 3 months a couple of times a week, and I consider myself an addict. This is how deadly this drug is. I am so scared of the potential to lose control of this drug, that I quit, and have not smoked in 3 days. It's NOT worth it. The awesome 3 minute high is NOT worth the days, weeks, and years of pain. ANd definitely NOT worth that health problems associated with this junk.

[timetochange]

I have been a crack addict for 4 years and I am sitting here, at my mum's house having been told by my wife she does not want me home until something changes. I have read a lot of your comments and found them useful. Crack is an incredibly enticing, but ultimately destructive horrible drug. I am so ashamed of where the drug has taken me - I have begged, stolen, lied, deceived, broken promises. I learnt to hate myslelf - from a confident man with a wonderful life to a pathetic, immoral sex and crack addict that lets prostitutes into his house, dresses them in his wifes clothes and ends up begging for drugs when they are all finished. And then I ask for my wife to have me back? Yes - the drug has made me insane.

[stephison]

Please Help.  I have been married for 9 years.  My husband is addicted to crack cocaine.  You don't know how hard it is for me to admit this.  He has been addicted for about 8 years.  I believe he has gone a year without using, but it always come back to haunt me.  I now sit here at home on Friday (his payday) with a sick feeling in my stomach wondering if he will be home with any money left in his pocket.  This past year has been the worst.  I have had to go to a dealers house and collect my truck that he left for collateral for drugs that he had fronted.  I have had to sneak on someone's property and literally steal his truck for the same reasons.  I have had multiple things "stolen" from the house by him and traded for drugs.  We have two beautiful children and I know that they need a more stable life.  However, I can't help but feel that if I leave him either he will get really bad and I won't be strong enough to say no.  I could really use some guidence.  I hope someone is still reading this.

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[meem50]

I did crack for two years.  I loved it at first.  I had a lot of money and a lot of credit in the beginning so I used a lot.  It was really fun.  Part of my addiction was the fun of getting my pipe ready and buring the screen and making a pusher.  i liked cooking my own too.  I'd spend hours perfecting my method.  I loved the adrenalin rush of going to pick up.  Sometime during the second year though it changed.  I was always scared - no, paranoid.  If we were inside, like in one of those cheap motels we would rent just to use, I always thought there was a hole in the wall and somebody was watching us or the cops were going to bust in any minute.  When we were smoking on the street at night (stupid) I'd see things that weren't there like the light bar on top of a cop car.  My boyfriend used to just light up without bending down under the dash to hide the light.  It drove me crazy!  Later I started thinking there were some wierd living organisims crawling around under the skin on my arms and legs and I'd pick and pick to get them out.  I have scars all over my arms and legs from that.  I couldn't wear short sleeve shirts for a whole year.  We always used glass pipes and I started thinking that the glass was melting and it was in my throat or that little pieces of glass mixed with the smoke was all over my bedspread where I would sit and smoke for hours and that it had permeated the skin you know where.  My paranoia got worse and worse until there was absolutely no enjoyment from smoking at all.  It was terrifying from the very first hit.  One time I was smoking alone in my van on the street.  Suddenly I heard helicopters going around and around, which wasn't really unusually in the area I was in, but I heard the megaphones and footsteps right outside the door.  I lay motionless on the floor of the van for what seemed hours until I didn't hear anything anymore.  When I finally looked out, there was nothing there and nobody around.  I still don't know if anybody was really there or not.  We got rolled up on more times than I care to remember during my using days.  Somehow the cops only took my boyfriend.  I never went to jail.  The reason we were outside alot, by the way, and why I was using in that van is because I lived in it.  I had all that money because I had sold my house and was using all my equity, my inheritance from my mother, to buy dope.  When it was all gone, I started on the credit cards.  When they maxed out and I couldn't pay the bill, i started pawing stuff or trading stuff for dope.  In the beginning all the dealers loved me.  I was treated with respect.  By the end of the second year, I was just a dirty, homeless crack head and they made sure I knew it.  

You guys who are still using and "liking it," listen to me.  You are going to read stories like this over and over and over.  Do you know why?  Smoking crack is not like going to the neighborhood bar for a martini.  This is an incidious drug that will chew you up and spit you out no matter who you are.  It changes you, it controls you and it ruins everybody who touches it eventually.  It might be too late for you.  You might have to lose everyting before you will be willing to reach out for help.  You need to see that drug for what it is:   a hideous monster, an evil demon, Satan's tool - or simply a chemical that can and will have a devestating effect on your health, your life and the life of anyone close to you.  To this day, when I think about using, I get that adrenalin rush and I have been free from that stuff for 2 years and 6 months.  But I'm sooo afraid of ever reliving that nightmare that I have been able to resist it with relative ease.  Stay away from this drug at all costs.  Don't touch it.