Time I Almost Used
by Jennifer Carr
a fix, I called a friend. She always gave me a needle and heroin, but didn’t
because she knew I was clean.
wanted to get loaded. I hadn’t used for 3 years, but that morning I woke up
with one objective – to get high. The obsession consumed me. I begged, and
begged, until my friend agreed. She of all people should understand, all I
needed was one, just one.
knew the time frame. From the time she called, to the time I had the dope in
hand, I would be high within two hours. My poor husband and kids thought I was
at work, completely unaware I was about to get loaded, after I promised I would
never do that again.
my friend called the dealer, but the dealer didn’t answer the phone; his
brother answered, instead.
were told the dealer overdosed from a bad batch of drugs. What? Neither of us
could believe it. This was the same dope I was trying to score, so I
could get high. I was supposed to be high right now.
briefly had a moment of clarity when my life flashed in front of my eyes. Obviously,
God was trying to tell me it
wasn’t meant for me to put a needle in my arm.
the moment of clarity was gone. Sitting in my car, on the side of the road, I
started punching the steering wheel. I had $100. I wanted drugs. Reality
started to set in. What was I going to do, now?
sick, but it only takes one hit. It’s like people who smoke cigarettes—that
feeling of taking one drag, when they inhale and the smoke enters their lungs,
they exhale and then do it all over again.
can’t stop after one drag, or one cigarette. When they quit, it’s hard, because
chewing gum or eating does not compare to the feeling of nicotine
entering the lungs. You want it, but you don’t.
the same for me, but once I inject that drug, everything changes; in seconds, I
become a different person. I. have. to. have. it. Once I put that needle in my
arm, there is no feeling like the feeling of shooting up.
I’m on that fence. But there were no fences today—I knew what I wanted.
aimlessly drove around, crawling out of my skin, trying to make sense of the
news I just received.
wouldn’t even have returned home to my family, if I would have gotten high. I’d
be alone on a public bathroom floor, somewhere.
was not just a close call, but a wake-up call. I almost threw three years of
clean time— and my life—away . . . over just one more time.
happened next, I can’t explain. I prayed like never before. Then, this strange
peace came over me.
can only be explained as divine intervention. The cravings suddenly lifted like
fog, evaporating into the skies. My mind wasn’t foggy anymore.
went home to my family. I kissed my husband and kids goodnight, before crawling
into bed, myself.
Thank you, God, I
thought, for this day.
For more than one more day . . .
With my family.
Carr lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico with her partner and two children. She is an
EMT, Firefighter, Poet and Author. When she is not working at the local
hospital or firehouse, she spends way too much time reading and writing. Her
poetry and fiction has been published in print and in on-line publications.
Jennifer loves flying by her own wings and looks for any opportunity to soar to
new heights. Don’t forget to follow her on Twitter @PoetryHaiku13 (https://twitter.com/Poetryhaiku13). Jennifer can be found on Facebook as
Jennifer Carr Munoz.