The Abyss Of Drug Addiction

Chinedu Dike

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The Abyss Of Drug Addiction

The Abyss Of Drug Addiction

In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,
he ventures beyond the boundaries of
reality into a realm of altered awareness.

Overwhelmed by a rapid onset of elating,
buzzing sensation — "the opioid rush",
emanating from deep inside him surging
along a vast network of veins streaming

euphoria through cells of his entire body:
inside the body, with warm pleasure waves
flushing over the now tight, tingling skin with
goosebumps, releasing all negative emotions.

Mouth numbed, limbs heavy, and eyeballs
rolling back from hitherto an unimaginable
state of bliss, he savours the calm explosions
of the pulsating bubbles in his jubilating head.

A magical moment of sheer orgasmic rapture
that tapers to a lasting, dazed sedation —
during which he's spellbound with wonder
while covered by a cozy blanket of content.

He falls in love with the insidious drug.
And he begins to relish its sweet fruition
in a seemly pattern of use that is put
in the shade to protect his best interests.

A stake in normalcy that seeks to confine
his consumption of the opioid to only at
parties. Slowly, but surely, he drifts towards
a regular recreational use on weekends,

soaring and drifting in wonderful ripples of
pure delight, feeling very mellow, stress-free,
and satisfied in an illusionary paradise of
forgetfulness where reality is left behind.

Bit by bit, as time goes by, his body builds up
a tolerance for the sedative, prompting his
intake of higher and more frequent doses to
feel as well as to sustain the desired effect.

This occurs because his body attempts to adapt to
the presence of the drug by quickly breaking it up
and purging it out of his system, thus making its
effects shorter and weaker than they were before.

At this stage of his drug abuse he's still able to
control whether to use the stuff or not, where
and when to use it, without stress. He could
also abstain from the opioid fairly responsibly.

But over time his body begins to exceed the limit
of its flexible response to the drug, making him
to suffer from its unpleasant side-effects that
show up a while later following his last use.

The pleasurable, but short-term, therapeutic
effects of the opioid are now being followed
and replaced by several of its undesirable
withdrawal symptoms that manifest as:

cravings for the opiate, flu-like sickness, fatigue,
irritability, stomach cramps, muscle aches, cold
chills/sweat, among others, with his discomfort
growing right along with the urge to use the drug.

The onset of these uncomfortable side-effects
of the stimulant marks the kick-off of his body's
physical dependence on it, as he now counts
on the drug to fend off the distressing affliction.

He has bitten at the bait of pleasure oblivious of
the hook beneath it. The once casual user, who
had thought he could quit the habit at will without
stress, now has to use in order to feel normal.

Even though indulging himself with the opioid has
become a part of his daily routine, he's still able
to control and limit its intake, get to work on time,
and take care of his day to day responsibilities.

But the continued rise of his body's tolerance to
the drug ensures a steady increase in quantity of
opioid being consumed and usage duration, not
just during weekends but on every single night.

Not quite long, a new sickness begins to fester
inside him: the powerful drug is tightening its grip,
as his body's unhealthy physical dependence on it
is now generating his addiction to the substance.

This psychological dependence on the narcotic
has set in with anxiety disorder accompanied
by emotional and behavioural problems, with
a loss of control over his use of the sedative.

The opiate has become something he needs to
sleep or to fully wake up, and his sleeping pattern
has also been altered; frequently up at night
and intermittently dozing off during the day.

As dosage of the potent compound increases
so does the visible signs of his addiction to it
and other symptoms of withdrawal, making his
craving for the drug increasely more intense.

As it is, he's needs several hits of the opioid to
make it through the day. All at once he wants
to use! He begins to look forward to using.
He would ingest the drug in risky situations

such as while at the wheel of his car or on
his job, always desperate to use so as to
avoid the painful lows as well as to revel in
the bliss of the drug's comforting warmth.

At times he would skip work 'chasing the dragon':
pursuing the out-of-reach elation levels of
his initial ecstatic highs, swinging between
feelings of intense euphoria and dysphoria.

Always, his body would afterwards crash well
below the baseline, barely capable to cater for
his basic daily needs. For long, the habit has
ceased to be the fun that it was intended to be.

Like a vicious cycle the relief from the opioid,
which is not justified by external reality,
is being obtained at the cost of the worsening
addiction and a growing increase in distress

whenever he has low levels of the narcotic
in his system. The more he indulges on it,
to calm his racing thoughts and panic attacks,
the more its comfort zone seems to be desired.

Quite disoriented in the rigours of his vice
he strays in the abyss of drug addiction:
a dark, weary place where priority disorder
is dictated by events outside of his control.

It is this corrupted impulse control that causes
his unhealthy obsession with the narcotic,
rendering him incapable of articulating
rational thoughts: a chronic brain disorder.

In this harmful diversion away from reality,
utmost in his mind is the insidious drug:
over and above his job, his goals, family,
love, friends, hobbies, and personal hygiene.

Oddly enough the foremost essentials of life
like sleep, food and water, are also not spared.
He could be feeling ill and he won't care.
No other thoughts can cohabit in his world.

Emotionally invested in his fantasy world
the destructive substance has kindled in him
an inner turmoil, setting off an overriding
feeling of emptiness that aches in his heart.

The habit much harder to lose than it was
to find: an ongoing effort to wean himself off
the drug is being crushed by a dysphoric mood
and a sickly feeling that intensify in severity.

These horrifying symptoms of discontinuation
syndrome are a result of the drug's induced
disruptions in the biochemical processes of
his brain's system of reward and punishment.

[As an aside, note that the human brain has
around 100 billion individual nerve cells, or
neurons, which form a convoluted network that
has over 100 trillion connections, or synapses.

Information travels around this vast network
all the time, allowing the brain to direct all
the conscious and unconscious activities
in the body, both simple and complex ones.

The brain responds to new information from
the nervous system by releasing chemical
messengers called neurotransmitters that
pass signals from one neuron to another.

Neurotransmitter signaling is a crucial part
of all the brain’s functions, and changes in
the way it sends signals can alter ones way
of thinking, feelings, or perception of things.

There are at least 100 different kinds of these
chemical hormones in the brain. But the most
important ones when it comes to addiction
are the stress and the feel-good hormones.

Stress hormones, mainly adrenaline, cortisol,
and corticotropin-releasing factor (CFR), play
a critical role in the initiation, maintenance,
and relapse phases of addiction by activating

the brain's "anti-reward" system, which leads
to withdrawal symptoms. Repeatedly high levels
of these neurochemical messengers increase
vulnerability to substance use by intensifying

stress and cravings, diminishing impulse control,
causing the use of more drugs to feel "normal",
higher addiction severity, as well as promoting
relapse to alleviate negative emotional states.

Neurotoxic substances are also really good
at not only messing with one's levels of happy
hormones—primarily dopamine, serotonin,
and endorphins—by overstimulating their

release upon intake of such potent compounds,
but also by exploiting the brain's capacity to
vividly remember unnatural highs and motivate
itself to find more of their sources in the future.

Dopamine spikes to release pleasure when good
things happen to us. It reinforces enjoyable
sensations and behaviours by linking things that
make us feel good with a desire to repeat them.

Serotonin regulates social behaviour, impulse,
mood, and sleep. It plays a key role in staving
off anxiety and depression as well as fostering
focus, calmness, and a sense of well-being.

Endorphins are natural painkillers produced by
the body to help us deal with emotional and
physical stress by effectively blocking pain signals,
thus reducing one's feelings of pain and distress.

So, in a normal healthy body, happy hormones,
including oxytocin and GABA, work together
in harmony balancing pain and stress control,
mood stabilization, motivation, and pleasure.]

In a moment you will see how neurological
changes in the reward system of his brain,
occasioned by prolonged abuse of the opioid,
has turned his natural needs into drug needs.

Rather than a mild, blissful flow of the brain's
happy hormones, as is experienced while
one indulges in a palatable food, on receiving
great news, or while engaged in any other

kinds of novelty that fill us with a delicious
pleasure, the opiate, whose chemical structure
is similar to those of endorphins which are
released by the body to suppress feelings of

distress or pain, by mimicking these natural
painkillers they attach to structures called
opioid receptors found on cells in the central
nervous system and other areas of the body,

causing these receptors to block pain signal
from reaching the upper part of the brain that
interpreters it as pain. While at it, the narcotic
triggers the release of endorphins to reinforce

its painkilling effect, and serotonin hormones to
block stress signal from reaching the brain as well —
thus modulating how the brain physiologically
adapts to adversity, anxiety, and depression.

The opiate also induces a quick secretion of
excessive amount of dopamine, which courses
through the pleasure pathways of the brain
overwhelming the reward center of the organ.

It is this huge outpouring of happy hormones
in the region that elicites in him a sudden burst
of energy, a pleasant state of mild drowsiness,
mental alertness, the euphoric high, etcetera.

This already powerful, rapturous effect of the
insidious substance is further magnified by
the drug's temporary blocking off of stress
hormones in the reward system of his brain,

therefore dulling his emotions and worries
by suppressing any feeling of sorrow, regret,
guilt, fear, loneliness, or distress. Upon intake
of the mood-altering drug, he would feel

warm when cold, calm when angry, bright
when grumpy, filled when hungry, glad when
sad, and relief when in physical pain, with
almost a total refrain from the tendency

to look at anything in a negative manner.
If he's in a severe withdrawal before using
the opioid, he would feel as if suddenly
he's being catapulted from a place of worst

misery to one of greatest joy — like being
lifted away from hell to heaven in a flash.
This dramatic result of the psychoactive drug
makes every normal thing appear better,

and brings forth a deep sense of satisfaction
as though all his needs have been met.
However, this almost perfectly desirable body
and mind experience is an artificial feeling

that only lasts within a matter of hours. When
the drug's enjoyable effects wear off, because
the brain, which has grown used to the steady
supply of happy hormones, cannot adjust

all at once it goes into shock as it gets stuck
in overdrive which results in the withdrawal
symptoms. It is so because his brain, whose
system of positive reward is being frenzied,

seeks to counteract and accomodate for the
sweet thrills of the drug's euphoric high by
not only attempting to drastically reduce the
number of neurons that are able to respond

to signals from the feel good hormones, but
also is working hard to stop their production
and release into the reward pathways, while
overstimulating the release of stress hormones.

Just like an immense surge of happy hormones
elicits unnatural levels of euphorical pleasure,
a huge spike in flow of stress hormones produce
in him the torturous withdrawal symptoms.

These unwanted side-effects, whose rise and fall
are subject to drug levels in the system, are
the debts he has to pay for the supreme bliss
that is being relished during his opioid highs.

Another flip side of frequent happy hormones
surges is that they result in the brain's inability
to respond to any stimulus other than the very
ones being triggered by neurotoxic substances.

This is clearly seen in his lost of interest in
things that he once enjoyed, since his brain
suffers from lack of happy hormones which
influence one's ability to be in a good mood.

It is all about his brain seeking to maintain
Homeostasis: a normal, healthy body function.
Once he's able to amerce with penance due,
he'll feel good again with no need for the drug.

Because the drug has also thrown activities
in the control region of the brain into disorder,
his whole thought pattern, impulses and
behaviour, all radically change along with it.

It is this reprogramming of his brain that has
altered the interior reality of his mind, in ways
that result in him going into 'survival mode'
in the absence of the drug during withdrawal.

While in this irritable, aggressive and erratic
state, he would forego anything and everything
to obtain the narcotic because he's thinking
of his drug use the same way an individual

who is parched with thirst thinks of water.
This desperation in seeking out the drug as
a vital lifeline is due to his compromised brain
'believing' it needs it as a matter of survival.

A habit he had maintained in the beginning
because it made him feel extremely good
has tuned against him, quite often coercing
him to use primarily for the avoidance of pain.

The destructive drug as dear and painful
to him as an imbecilic child is to its mother,
he continues on the foreboding route
for which he has no power of deviation.

Despairing in the clutches of drug addiction,
the neurotoxic compound traumatize him,
it infuses poisons into his nervous system,
and it keeps him in a state of mental chaos.

He's kept on saying to himself, 'I'm going
to quit for good after using one last time.'
But that remains to be seen as the drug
goes on dulling his inner light day by day.

In a downward spiral that astonishes those
acquainted with him, he loses his job, his
car is repossessed, and he's evicted from
a nice home that had been stripped bare.

Drowning in unpaid bills and desperately
in debt having blown an entire life-savings
on the drug, the loss of everything and his
few remaining friends leaves him in ruins.

The dangerous drug has evoked a negative
ripple that is felt throughout all that he's
part of. An awful realization that settles in
with cold clarity, eliciting a lurch of dismay

over his dire ignorance about the narcotic
which has resulted in the ugly entrapment.
In deep, sorrowful thoughts consumed
with self-loathing he puts a curse upon

the day he first laid eyes on the hard drug.
With the best resolve he's able to muster,
driven by exasperation to kick the habit,
he attempts to make his will like stone —

a facade that is soon razed by his urgent need
for the opiate to stave off withdrawal. With a
burden of guilt and shame that can't be faced
he retreats into the haze of his own misery.

With more problems and stresses than ever
he plunges from troubled life to no life,
completely losing touch with reality as his
addiction assumes a more dangerous form.

His fixation on the opiate has taken a turn for
the worst. Besides his compulsive need to use it
to ward off withdrawal and to experience
its euphoric high again, it has become more

crucial than ever for him to keep his emotions
constantly desensitised to life, by numbing
the agony of living to ease the passage of
day with purchased relief from the sedative.

Locked in this highly destructive pattern of
drug abuse, he would stop at nothing to feed
the dangerous habit: he would cheat, steal,
lie or betray no matter who to get his 'fix'.

Like a cancerous growth that metabolizes
to other regions of the body, his enduring
burden has spread way beyond him chipping
away at the wellbeing of those around him.

As frequent and ready targets for theft his
loved ones have to always watch out for him,
in a resentful relationship in which they never
could feel at easy with him around the house.

Money, jewellery, tools, gadgets, or any other
marketable and easy-to-carry household items,
that are not safely locked away, will go missing.
For days or weeks at a time he, too, will vanish.

He would eventually return like the biblical
'prodigal son'. Always, he's found the door
open after such periods of avoiding home,
even on occasions when he'd been chucked out.

In the many months gone since losing his
source of livelihood, he'd already been pushed
into four different rehabilitation facilities,
but as yet has failed to clean up his act.

Two of his stints in those healing centres
immediately followed hospital discharges for
opioid overdose. On the last occasion, he was
found passed out in the family's bathtub.

Timely arrival of the paramedics had saved
his life. Notwithstanding, a nagging urge
to q'use' continues to feed and reinforce
the habit after each discharge from rehab.

It's been most upsetting to the parents who
have had to watch him visibly change before
their eyes: from a healthy, level-headed son,
who had always had his act together, to,

as it is, a thin, patchy-skinned loner with
a baffled demeanour, who buries his head
in low self-esteem to conceal frequently
dilated and glassy pupils from mutual gaze.

Nothing points more to the helplessness of
his family's plight, over the ravages of the
stigmatized disorder, than a lack of effort on
his part to take steps to change his condition.

A harrowing experience for the grieving
household whose resources, along with
compassion for him, have completely been
exhausted with no more tears left to shed.

The unfortunate family on reaching the end of
their tether confronts him with an ultimatum:
to get his life together or finally face the music.
Sorrowfully, they all watch him leave home.

His further descent into the final stages of rock-
bottom has been swift. He starts off by crashing
on fellow addicts' couches and floors without
pillow, but soon his welcome quickly wears out.

Now among the ranks of the homeless the hobo
would wake up feeling dope sick, and his entire
day would consist of begging and petty thefts
to raise money for the opioid, in order to assuage

a torment that it could dull but never eliminate.
At nights, even on stormy ones, the rough
sleeper would crash wherever there's shelter,
never worrying about waking up the next day.

A nightmarish existence on the street that has
provoked a string of run-ins with the law.
Nabbed stealing on ill-fated occasions, he's
brutally manhandled in a most indecent way.

Emanciated, hungry and sick, the erstwhile
ray of hope, who once had a strong sense of
self, is currently a filthy nervous wreck who
views life through the lens of opioid stupor.

Much beyond his capacity to solicit assistance,
yet again his hurting family proceed to rescue him.
Under the humbling load of drug addiction
he staggers into another rehabilitation centre.

But the frequently slippery climb to recovery
is never easy. It's yet another chance for him
to submit to a slow and delicate therapy on
his brain, whose structure and functions are

badly impacted by years-long use of the drug.
The healing process is a labour of discipline
and commitment, coupled with patience
in order to allow the brain to adapt back

toward normalcy by gradually regenerating
and rebalancing itself. In the gruelling task,
he's expected to learn to care for a body that
now must struggle to work in a different way.

Desiring to put their lives back together many
druggies have been able to crawl their way out
of the sinister shadow — a big chunk of them
through the guiding light of structured help.

Amongst them were 'walking corpses' who,
possessed by their 'enough is enough', were
enabled to find the inner fire vitally needed
to rekindle the cold embers of self-image.

There's the fella cast adrift feeling like a lost
cause with no positive him. He's mourning
his qforced abstinence from the vital boost
that has always helped him cope with life.

He'd been through the process several times
before, but never in those periods had he,
for once, been capable of detaching himself
from the fog of mental apathy and confusion.

With the drug completely out of his system,
it starts to feel a lot like flu and hay fever
and appears to be getting worse by the day.
There's itching at the roof of his mouth,

in his sour throat, ears, watery eyes, and his
runny, stuffed-up nose, with pin-prickling
sensation all over his body. There are also
frequent yawning, a rapid, shallow breathing

from anxiety, and fits of sneezes that appear
and disappear all too often. He's trembling
almost non-stop and sweating excessively,
with goosebumps covering his itchy, sore skin.

It's like his body's thermostat has gone haywire
and is finding it difficult to regulate temperature.
He would feel hot and then cold, and then again
both high fever and shivering at the same time.

Muscles ache like he's been repeatedly kicked
everywhere: his arms, legs, hands, and chest.
There're migraine headaches, tremors, joint
pain, and his aching back is wracked in spasms.

He's feeling like there's an infestation of bugs
crawling underneath his skin. He's agitated
and worried with a sense of impending calamity
that is keeping him short-tempered and on edge.

It's hard to move but impossible to keep still.
He is plagued by weakness and dizziness,
but despite the constant feeling of fatigue
he's finding it difficult to fall or stay asleep.

Tossing and turning for who knows how long,
eventually he would fall into a fitful doze
during which the nightmares are full of terrors,
and he would wake up feeling totally drained.

At certain times, he'd scream out loud because
a wave of withdrawal comes on hard and fast.
Very much aware from experience that it will
definitely go from bad to worse sends rushes

of cold anxiety right down to his aching bones.
The onset of gastric problems marks the point
at which withdrawal symptoms begin to peak.
The debilitating sickness gets really menacing!

Explosive diarrhea and vomiting almost to the
point of fatal dehydration make him a slave to
the toilet. He can feel his stomach clenching but
has zero appetite for any kind of food or liquid.

He keeps rushing to the toilet except there's
nothing left inside of him, so he dry heaves
until there's no strength left to do that and he
just hangs his head there in choked desolation.

But withdrawal from opioids goes far beyond
the physical symptoms, it also involves mental
and emotional challenges. It's a psychological
roller coaster that includes all sorts of oddity,

depression, hallucination, chaotic and suicidal
thoughts. Even though he's constantly being
assured that within a short time he will start
to feel good if only he could commit himself

to getting better, yet the continued worsening
of his sickness appears to indicate otherwise,
as more and more symptoms keep pooping up
all the time to cohabit with the earlier ones.

Meanwhile his pain intensifies right along with
the escalating urge to use the opioid. As "dope
sickness" peaks, he begins to experience almost
all of the withdrawal symptoms simultaneously.

Nothing has ever come close to the torment
that opioid withdrawal brings at this stage.
Imagine a terrible flu joining forces with the worst
case of food poisoning, hay fever and high fever,

profound weariness, restless legs and arms,
full bodyaches, a feeling of pins and needles,
skin feeling like it's crawling and the other
symptoms of withdrawal all present at once.

This combined attack ebbs and flows, sometimes
sustaining pick levels for a while during which
it feels like every cell in his body is crying out
for the drug and every nerve is fired with pain.

Opiate withdrawal at its peak is a rolling mental,
emotional, and physical torture! The only thing
going through his mind this entire time is how
just one shot of the narcotic will make it all vanish.

Despair rules his mind as he realizes he can’t
last with the habit or live without it. But, he's
in the early and peak stages of withdrawal
when cravings for the drug are at their worst.

This initial withdrawal agony is the biggest hurdle
any druggie desiring to get sober has to jump in
the often stop-start journey to recovery. If he can,
somehow, find the courage to suffer through it,

in a matter of days the physical symptoms of
withdrawal such as spasms, overall body ache,
hot and cold flashes, gastrointestinal distress,
and heavy sweating will almost be fully gone,

making the healing process less painful to cope
with. So he'll be left to deal with only anhedonia:
the inability to feel pleasure that persist for a
long time after dope sickness has disappeared.

During this lasting stage of recovery, feelings of
emptiness and melancholy are prevalent due to
the production cessation of feel-good hormones
and the inability of normal stimuli to trigger

their release in the reward system of the brain,
as the complex organ strives to restore a balanced
chemistry when the intake of a hard drug stops.
Anhedonia is marked by continued cravings

and negative emotional state of mind such as fear,
irritability, restlessness, anxiety, and depression,
all of which will be completely dissipated the
longer a recovering drug addict stays sober.

He's been offered a way out of his captivity,
but he's unable to embrace the opportunity
with open arms because the changes caused
by adverse effects of the narcotic on his brain

have reduced the ability of the Prefontal Cortex,
that region of the brain responsible for both
reasoning and decision making, to provide
cognitive control over his compulsive drug use.

The overall consequence is that his obsession
for the opiate is being driven by habit rather
than conscious thought, almost like a reflex.
In effect, his brain, which has been hijacked,

is focused on the sole purpose of seeking out
more and more of the potent drug, whatever
the cost. Meaning that the addiction, which
convinces him the only option available is to

indulge on the opiate, is blocking him from
seeing the available escape route. It has shut
off his ability to get up on the inside to face
the seeming overwhelming barriers to sobriety.

Like one in the grip of Stockholm Syndrome,
he has developed a type of trauma bonding
with the treacherous drug: the more it hurts
him, the more his irrational affection for it.

With his consciousness constantly revolving
around the psychoactive substance, he just
can't imagine a chronic user like himself
being sober and happy again without it.

That being the case, he fails to see any point
in struggling to remain sober when in such
times he's beset by an awful illness attended
by a serious depression that is of no help.

Regardless of the wreckage of his past and
everything that is dear to him plus the very
essence of life on the line, he's left convinced
that giving up the destructive habit would

imply endless suffering and feeling deprived
for the rest of his already hellish existence.
More than any other reasons, he's incapable
of quitting because he's too powerless to resist.

In default of any dreams of ever recouping
losses that are manifestly out of reach,
the opioid with a firm grip on him serves
as a buffer to keep his ugly reality at bay.

All that he wants is to return to the 'loving
arms' of the sedative, very much aware that
the analgesic feeling of its high, now that he's
in pain, can be one of the best things ever.

But even so, as tempting as the desire to walk
away from the healing process may be, he's
bitterly mindful of the horrors of street life that
loom upon him with such frightening aspect.

Inescapably trapped with no good choices
he slips into a menacing fear of relapse.
In anguish withdrawal plagues him daily,
and it won't allow him a moment's peace.

Utterly incapable of rising from the ashes
to hold it all together—no iota of hope—
nothing to look forward to—everything
out of focus—mind spiraling out of control.

In a fit of extreme anxiety the burning urge
to 'use' prods him, closer and closer, to the
brink of a nervous breakdown. And suddenly,
his need for a 'hit' becomes most vital as.

Sweating profusely and trembling all over
with fear clutching a pilfered smartphone,
forgetful of future suffering the rehab
jumper hurries along the forbidden path.

All alone with the merciless companion:
nowhere to go and no one to turn to,
wretchedly wretched in additive agony
the junkie fades away into nothingness.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

The Abyss Of Drug Addiction is written in one hundred and sixty (160) non-rhyming quatrains.

The rendition is a poignant story depicting the sad existence of many drug users. The verse uncovers and illuminates, step by step, the different stages of drug addiction and the mental processes of the unable to function drug users.

The paramount aim of the work is to shed some light on the sinister shadow of drug addiction: to unveil to all and sundry, especially teenagers and the youths, the hazards of drug abuse and the vicious downward spiral that can be caused by it.

Just as the euphoric experience of all kinds of hard drug differs significantly, so are their withdrawal symptoms. Despite their seeming surface unrelatedness, whichever hard drug it may be, the creation of an illegal and dangerous dependency against the will of users is a common denominator.

[The Rush is described as a feeling very much like a heightened and prolonged sexual orgasm. A great relieve of tension. It is mostly felt when heroin or any of it's derivatives opioids/opiates is administered intravenously].

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