I was given insight as to why it was imperative for me to stop using drugs: I was hurting so many people. Consider this, because the bulk of my addiction was not spent in the pursuit of drugs—daily, therefore I would not know where to always purchase my drug. So, I relied on others. I never trusted guys and looked for women because, for sure, they were stopped many times by others like me and often shared in its usage. Unlike many, I’m sure, who abused these women for the sake of drugs, I merely needed their information and if I had enough I would invite them to share a motel room with me. I can honestly say NEVER has any woman ever had sex with me due to drugs.
What I was shown was how many women decided, that day, to stop using and because I came around kept them in the life, if not for another day, or month or maybe additional years because I was the catalyst which changed their mind. How many homes remain broken because of me? How many children went unfed, because of me? How many women who left using with me and because the thirst of the drug now flowing fresh in their veins put them in the company of the next man WHO DID abuse them? How many women died because of me, keeping them out there for just one more time? How many died? How many would be lost—eternally, because of me?
The life of drug addiction is an awful one because it is not one which just involved us. So many other people are caught up in it, and many of them are innocent.
There is an awesome responsibility we share while using drugs, because we do not think of the harm others are undergoing.