Truth About Drugs Documentary: Prescription Drugs


By the time you realize that you’ve started
doing it pretty frequently, you’re going to be
physically addicted, and then you’re at a point
where you can’t stop, even if you want to. Every prescription drug has an effect on you.
That’s why doctors give them to people. Some people think that because
drugs come from a doctor, they’re safe. But taking them for recreational use
to get high can be just as dangerous and addictive
as taking street drugs. A pill can have a totally different reaction
on you than the person it was prescribed for. So a drug that’s okay for somebody else
could be dangerous for you. Because of potential for abuse and addiction,
the DEA puts many prescription drugs in the same category as opium and cocaine. They’re made, obviously,
by pharmaceutical companies. basically 4 different categories: depressants,
opiates and morphine derivatives, stimulants and antidepressants. They come in capsules, tablets and liquids. A lot of people think that taking
a prescription medication is okay because it’s not illegal. But the truth is that taking a prescription
drug or giving a prescription drug is a form of using drugs or drug dealing. The first time I ever took Xanax was with
friends. They just had some and I was curious. I was curious. I had a friend that just told me
about it, and I wanted to try it and I tried it. It was in high school, I remember. One of my
friends had gotten a tooth pulled, I think it was; and got a prescription of them. He had an entire bottle
and he was just telling me what it was and if I wanted to try it.
And I just went for it. I was introduced to it by a friend of mine that
actually was going to see a psychiatrist to get it. I was hearing all of these good things,
or these fun things, “It’s like you’re drunk and you don’t
have to drink.” “Oh, they must be great. I’ll try one.” It was like, “Okay, well, here take these,
you’ll have a great night.” “You’re going to feel really good,
and it’s going to be totally fine.” My best friend at high school, she gave me one,
because her boyfriend used to take them. And she thought that they made her more comfortable
around him and more secure about herself. And so she was like, “Hey, try one”, you know. I’d try anything that anybody had,
just to test out different prescriptions. And it just kept moving up. I wasn’t picky about what kind I took, whether
it was Klonopin or Xanax or Valium. So many of my friends were getting it
prescribed from psychiatrists, and they were going to 2 or 3 different ones
a month, so we had a pretty steady flow of it. I started going to doctors and telling them
a lie about trying to get Xanax’s. Telling them that I couldn’t concentrate
at school or I was just nervous or… not comfortable around anybody.
Then I would start to get prescriptions. Being that they are prescribed, it was easy
to justify to myself that I was probably the kind of guy who needed this
kind of thing, and then it was okay. At school, I didn’t really remember the day,
or it made the day go by really quickly. So I got them as often as I could,
and I took them as often as I could. They tend to blur reality quite a bit,
and the days sort of run into one another. Days turn into weeks, that turn into months – you
don’t realize, it just sort of slips away from you. I wasn’t experiencing anything that
I cared about in life. I didn’t have any feelings, I didn’t
have any emotions. I kind of like lulled myself into
a false sense of security feeling — I was getting away with stuff, even though
I’d still have to deal with it when I came down. You’re constantly high, so you’re not yourself, you’re not the person that anyone
in your life knew you as. You’re some stranger to them,
and — you’re mean. I would steal from my mom,
I would steal from my brother, I would act out at family functions. I’d make
a fool of myself, I would embarrass them. I would tell them things that I didn’t mean,
be very hateful. And it got to the point where my family
kicked me out of the house and weren’t willing to have me around when I
was taking it, because of how violent I would get. Within 24 hours you’re starting to
come down, and you crash off of it. Feeling like the worst cases of flu — can’t move,
can’t think. Just don’t feel like yourself at all. Feel yourself starting to get depressed, being
less happy with everything around you. I was very depressed. My panic attacks and
anxiety was at a high, very high point. I would be very emotional.
I would start crying, angry. When you’re in that position,
when you’re feeling really physically ill and you know that
you can get rid of it — it can be gone in 20 minutes — it’s all too easy
to reach over and grab some more. By the time somebody has been
addicted for so long, they don’t have enough
strength left in them to actually try and do that.
So it’s easier to stay high. I would have blacked out, and you’re like,
“Okay, what happened for the last two days?” You’d piece things together. You couldn’t
remember it one bit — totally black. When I would black out, I was completely awake,
but I have no recollection of what happened. On my way home from the party,
I got into 3 different car accidents because I was blacked out
and I had no idea what I was doing. Got to my mom’s house, and the cops
were coming — I knew they were coming. And my only solution was — my plan was to blow up my car in my mom’s driveway.
So I went out and I set my car on fire. I passed out at a party. I woke up. The next
thing I knew I was at a hospital. And my friend that I was at the party with
told me what happened and said that I took
about 20 Xanax’s that night. They called an ambulance, took me
to the emergency room, and they had to pump my stomach. They thought I was trying to kill myself,
but I was just trying to get high. I was drinking with a guy, and he
kept on encouraging me to drink more. And I didn’t understand.
I just didn’t really question it — I think I was 16. And then about a few hours later, I woke up
in his bed and we were having sex. And I started crying
and I pushed him off of me. I don’t know how he thought that was okay,
I don’t know how I didn’t say no. I don’t remember, so I assume that I did.
But maybe I didn’t. You just don’t know. When you use Rohypnol
and you’re forgetting everything, you have no idea what you really did. A guy that I used to know
is on Death Row now in Arizona, because he was on Rohypnol. He took a lot of them
and ended up killing somebody. A buddy of mine continued to
go in and out of the bathroom using Ritalin. And he managed to put himself in a state of
unconsciousness and jump off a 6-story balcony. And when he hit the ground,
he was immediately dead. I nodded out in a bedroom
and woke up to find my friend — he was laid out on the floor;
he had overdosed and passed away and had been laying
there for two days. And my friend, this other girl, she was sitting in a
chair right where I had left her, slumped over blue. I actually had to crawl over
two dead friends to get out the door. Even when you come off of it, you’re
still cloudy in a way. Can’t comprehend, short-term memory loss. Things don’t seem to be
as clear in my mind. Things don’t seem to connect
as quickly in my mind. I don’t remember any of the times
that I was blacked out. Everything that I know from when
I was blacked out comes from third party. So there’s definitely chunks of my life
that I’m missing and I don’t know
that I’ll ever get them back. There’s weeks of time that I have no idea
what was going on. The people who want you
to buy these drugs — they don’t care, they really don’t care
about what happens to you. They want the money and that’s really what it
comes down to. Otherwise they just wouldn’t do it. They wouldn’t make it sound so good,
they wouldn’t make it sound so interesting and they wouldn’t make it sound like this thing
that, “It’s going to be this one-time fun thing.” If I knew what the side effects
and the consequences, and if I knew that I was going to
be the way I was, there would be no way
that I would have ever taken Xanax’s. Because still to this day,
I have a lot of regrets. The biggest danger of it is — seriously, though —
word of mouth, people talk about it. And always talk good about it, because they
think it’s okay and it’s not going to hurt you. But it’s just as hard on you
as cocaine would be. Eventually it gets to where
it grabs hold of you and sucks you in. Just because it’s readily available or just
because you can get it from your doctor, just because your mom has it
in the medicine cabinet or whatever, doesn’t make it okay,
and it doesn’t mean that it’s safe. I remember when I was little,
you got TV saying, “Just say no.” I’m like, “Okay, just say no. Whatever.” But nobody ever says, “This is going to kill you,
this is going to take your life away,” “this is going to make your family hate you,
it’s going to make your girlfriend hate you,” “it’s going to make life a living hell.” I probably would have listened to them.

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