The infamous drug known as heroin, with a pretty wide variety of nicknames ranging from Smack to Black Tar to the most commonly used “H”, is known for having addictive qualities of an insurmountable level. The mystery involved in the reputation of a seductive nature like this has been responsible for triggering a dangerous curiosity leading garden-variety drug users to heroin for sake of taking their high to the next level, a level which (per its reputation) beats any high attainable from every other drug on the market. The height of this captivating high has been reported as things like feeling “cradled by God”, a sensation of being wrapped in a “blanket of euphoria”, a powerfully intense tranquility that washes away all and any pain or worry, unadulterated peace and bliss commingled with love. The descriptions go on and on to say that it’s unlike any other feeling in the world, the best sensation imaginable, there’s nothing like it. It’s merely on some whole other level that cannot, under any circumstances, be compared to.
The endless array in our culture of thrilling movies and alternative rock songs trying to capture in full what it feels like to be high on the stuff just doesn’t do it justice. This has nothing to say of the inevitable disaster which follows the drug habit. With an unnerving increase of heroin users nearly doubling from 2007 to 2011, it’s no wonder that a closer look into the insidious narcotic reveals some of the worst withdrawal symptoms imaginable. The withdrawal symptoms mark a road which make it almost impossible to make quitting a reality. During withdrawal, the user will experience cold sweats, fever, nausea and vomiting, cramping in the limbs, severe aches in the muscles, extreme pain in the bones, diarrhea, insomnia, not to say anything of the overwhelming cravings for heroin. The list goes on, it really does.
Why Heroin Use Ruins Lives
This leaves me to believe that the descriptions of this startlingly satisfying high from a drug whose charm supposedly transcends the user’s ability to do anything about it other than chase and chase and chase until rock bottom is repeatedly being hit, should act as a valid warning to the heroin-curious mentality. Compounded by the power of its high, heroin seems to have ruined more lives than any other drug in existence. It’s as if the sensations associated with heroin are only accidentally existential, rendering whomever has the unfortunate chance of coming into contact with it completely conflicted from that point forward between an overwhelming desire to forever chase the dragon and a reality check that the expensive habit is not worth destroying their body (not to mention every other aspect of their life). The user is hereby finally torn between entering into an admirably brave yet equally difficult sobriety or maintaining a helpless love affair with a drug that will bring you to an eventual state of no return. The silver lining in this obvious predicament? By looking at the facts, there simply is none. The only valid response to all of this is a) don’t you dare touch the stuff or b) if having done so, get away from it as fast as humanly possible, as us humans have no business playing with a drug that seems just a little bit too good to be true.