My name is Tim, and I'm new to this site. I'm actually pretty stressed out, and writing anything helps relieve it. I figured since I'm new here I would share my story. The story of how I have ended up in the situation that I am currently in. I wasn't always a bad person, but drugs have a way of bringing out the worst in people. As a teenager, I lived an ordinary life. I would drink with my friends on weekends, but not every weekend. I had a good time, but knew when to stop. Alcohol never was a problem for me. I actually meat the mother of my children at a house party that took place at my house when I was 18 and fresh out of highschool. She was an amazing person. She was funny, beautiful, and she had a heart of gold. I actually gave up the partying and drinking to be start a family with her. We were together for 3 years before she had gotten pregnant with our first child. After he was born I lead a really good life. The kind of life that I'm fighting so hard today to try and live again. I worked construction building bridges, and I was making the best money that I have ever made in my life at $34.17/hr. I pulled something in my back one day at work, and a friend of mine said he knew a guy that sold pain killers if I would like to buy a few. I wish I would have known then what I know now, because that was the second worst decision that I have ever made in my life. I loved the way they blocked the everyday aches and pains that came with my job. After a while, I had to start buying more and more pontent pain killers because I had developed a tollerance for the less potent ones. One day the guy I got pills off of asked my If I every used a needle before, and I told him I had not. He explained it as if it gave you the best feeling you could ever imagine. He had pressured me on about 5 different occasions to try it, before I finally did. This was THE worst decisionof my life. My daughter had just recently been born, and I was on a fast track to ruining my family. The mother started injecting pain killers with me, and that eventually lead to heroine. I ended up losing my job, and I threw away everything important to me for drugs. My children were taken out of my house by DCS and placed with one of my family members because I had failed numerous drug screens consecutively. I get to see them still, but I should have never put them in this situation.I did things that I would never do in a million years when I was on drugs or trying to get them. I am currently on the right track to getting my children back, which is what keeps me moving in the right direction. I would do anything to be able to relive the past five years differently. Unfortunately,I know that's not possible. Therefore, I'll use this whole thing as a learning experience and leave it in the past, yet keep it fresh enough in my memory to never want to touch drugs again. I guess that's about it. I'm working hard and making progress. Thank you all for reading my story.