Alexander, 24. My history

I started the experiments with my conscience when I was 16. First it was just pot. Tramadol and barbiturates appeared later. It seemed to me I might be the God. I could be just what I wanted to be – merry, happy, free of problems... Later I was short of money, drug craving appeared, tremor in hands, and my friends turned away from me. Even those, who smoked together with me before, now tried not to notice me. And with overdosages I already myself asked my parents to leave me alone. I did not want to live, did not want to see my mother’s tears and to hear reproaches.

Once I nearly died, it was a clinical death... or another chance. When I opened my eyes, I could only remember the grey ceiling... A death-damp flowed down thick and fast from me... Hands were pricked with a dropper... That was how my treatment began.

Here, in the Clinic, I turned to be a new man. It was hard from the beginning. But what are the difficulties for the one who learnt to survive in the drugs’ hell. Some months later my previous life seemed to me like a dream – a heavy haze from which I did not see the way out. I realized now, that I could survive, could go out of this circle, although it was very painful at first. I have changed myself. I feel I’m vigorous enough to help somebody. Maybe, I will be able to protect someone from what I’ve passed. Once again thank to all the emlpoyees of the Centre for help!