When I was in the Army I was shot by a sniper in 2007. I was in the hospital for three months. I was on a constant morphine drip and when I got out of the hospital I was prescribed morphine pills for my injuries. However the pills were not enough.
I often found myself trying to go back to the hospital, saying I needed another surgery. I was addicted to the morphine and didn't know it. I couldn't get more surgery, so to compensate I started to abuse my morphine pills.
I was in a unit for injured soldiers and we all had a different type of prescription. We started to trade our pills to get the desired high we were looking for. We would trade Vicodin for Percocet or morphine for Adderall.
What made me stop is the death of one of my best friends. We were all taking pills along with alcohol, and two days later he died of heart failure. My unit flew me out to his funeral and his mother asked me "how did my son die?" The pain in her eyes was a pain I didn't want my mother to experience.