Ever been high on OxyContin? If you have, you don’t need me to tell you about it. If you haven’t, nothing I say could help you get your head around the unutterable scope of the thing.
OxyContin’s nobody’s friend…at least not when you use it like I did. I spent thirteen months in what I could only call a timeless haze, a state in which the only truth was using and the only good was getting high. I spent thirteen months so hooked on OxyContin that no one…not my friends, not my family, not anyone…could do anything to pull out of it.
And then I got Drug treatment. And it, as they say, has made all the difference.
I’ve never been the cheerleader type. I won’t waste your time telling you what OxyContin treatment/Rehab Center can do for you: how it can change your life, and save you from yourself. I’ll say only that it worked for me. And that it was the best thing I ever did. And not a day…not a DAY…goes by that I don’t get down on my knees to thanks.
Seems like nothing I tell you could ever matter more than that.