John, Northern California, 5-22-2015 Oxy, if I had to choose one. Oxy, weed, and coke if I had to choose three. I grew up in northern California in a middle-class home. Parents are heavy drinkers. Though the household was chaotic, my physical needs were met. I discovered coke and pills during the senior year of high school and fell in love. I took pills every day from that point on by getting scripts from loose doctors using a series of injuries. I got married out of college and I was able to keep both my addiction and a regular life going until I was 31. That's when I couldn't handle it anymore. The lies, the debt, the depression, all of it finally crushed me while in southern California on a new job and I ended up in the ER on a three-day hold. Up until that point, I had tried everything to stop including AA, methadone treatment, just drinking, etc but I couldn't stay stopped and I didn't want to live or end it.  This time I was done. I enrolled in an IOP for a year where I discovered AA and then NA. And life is good now. I'm a professional scientist at a large organization. I have real friends and my family trusts me again. I got divorced and stayed clean. I'm self-sufficient and my needs are met. Positive things are happening. Gallows recovery humor keeps me from getting too damn serious. My brother in law and I recently started a recovery meme page a few months ago on a resentment, @dope.sick.memes .It's growing quickly and that keeps me busy in my recreational time. It's a lot of fun and I've met a bunch of people.