“My disease never got better, only worse. In the last year I found the opiates. I had never liked needles when I was young, yet what was I doing now? Self injecting. I realized I now have a physical habit and my body required the drugs- heroine, morphine, oxycodines – those were my favourites. This stuff had me lose my child, had me living in my car, had me searching trash bins. But there’s something cool about this story: Things got better."