The Abyss Of Drug Addiction

Chinedu Dike

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Thursday 18 June 2026

The Abyss Of Drug Addiction

In a wayward adventure of curiosity—
lured away from the savvy of cool judgement,
he breaches the boundaries of reality
into a realm of altered awareness.

Overwhelmed by a rapid onset, an elating,
buzzing sensation—the "opioid rush"—
emanating from deep within and surging
along a vast network of veins streaming

euphoria to every cell of his entire body,
with warm waves of pleasure flushing over
the tight, tingling skin, raising goosebumps
and releasing all negative emotions.

Mouth numbed, limbs heavy, and eyeballs
rolling back from an hitherto unimagined
state of bliss, he savours the calm explosions
of the pulsating bubbles in his jubilant head.

After a magical moment of sheer, orgasmic
rapture, he drifts into a dazed sedation—
during which he's spellbound with wonder while
wrapped in a cozy blanket of contentment.

He falls in love with the insidious drug
and begins to relish its sweet rewards,
in a seemly pattern of use that is put
in the shade to protect his best interests.

A stake in normalcy that seeks to restrict
his use of the opioid exclusively to parties.
Slowly but surely, however, he gravitates
toward regular, recreational weekend use—

soaring and drifting in wonderful ripples
of pure delight, feeling mellow, stress-free,
and satisfied in an illusory paradise of
forgetfulness where reality is left behind.

Bit by bit, as time goes by, his body builds up
a tolerance for the sedative, prompting
higher and more frequent doses to feel
as well as to sustain the desired effect.

This happens because his body adapts to
the drug by quickly breaking it down and
eliminating it from the system, making it's
effects shorter and weaker than before.

At this stage of his substance use, he can still
control whether, where, and when he uses.
He is still able to abstain from the narcotic
without experiencing significant distress .

But over time his body begins to exceed its
limits in responding to the drug, causing him
to suffer from unpleasant side-effects that
emerge a while later following his last use.

The initial, transient therapeutic effects of
opioid are now waning, followed by the
emergence of adverse withdrawal symptoms,
which manifest as, cravings for the opiate,

flu-like symptoms, fatigue, stomach cramps,
irritability, muscle aches, cold chills or sweats,
among others, with his discomfort growing
right alongside the urge to use the stimulant.

The onset of these uncomfortable physical
effects marks the onset of his body's
dependence, as he now relies on the drug
to stave off the distressing affliction.

He has bitten the bait of pleasure, oblivious
to the hook beneath it. The once casual user,
who thought he could quit the habit at will
without stress, now must use just to feel normal.

Although his opioid use has become ingrained
in his daily routine, he continues to maintain
his employment, limit his intake, and without
fail take care of his everyday responsibilities.

However, his growing tolerance to the narcotic
necessitates a steady increase in quantity of
the substance being consumed and duration of
use—not just weekends but every single night.

Before long, a new affliction begins to fester
within him: the psychoactive substance
tightens its grip, transforming his physical
dependence into a full-blown addiction.

This psychological dependence on the narcotic
is accompanied by behavioural and emotional
problems, coupled with anxiety disorder, leading
to a complete loss of control over his drug use.

The opiate has become something he needs to
sleep or to fully wake up, and his sleeping pattern
has also been altered; he is frequently up at night
and intermittently dozing off during the day.

As the dosage of the potent compound increases,
so do the visible signs of his addiction to it and
other symptoms of withdrawal, making his
craving for the drug increasingly more intense.

As it is, he needs several hits of the opiate to
make it through the day. All at once he wants
to use! He begins to look forward to using.
He would ingest the drug in risky situations

such as while at the wheel of his car, or on
his job—always desperate to use so as to
avoid the painful lows, as well as to revel in
the bliss of the drug's comforting warmth.

At times, he would skip work "chasing the dragon,"
pursuing the out-of-reach elation levels of
his initial ecstatic highs, swinging between
feelings of intense euphoria and dysphoria.

Always, his body would afterwards crash well
below the baseline, barely capable of catering
to his basic daily needs. For long, the habit had
ceased to be the fun that it was intended to be.

Like a vicious cycle, the relief from the opioid—
which is not justified by external reality—
is being obtained at the cost of worsening
addiction and a growing increase in distress.

This distress peaks whenever he has low levels
of the drug in his system. The more he indulges
in it to calm his racing thoughts and panic attacks,
the more its comfort zone seems to be desired.

Quite disoriented in the rigours of his vice,
he strays in the abyss of drug addiction:
a dark, weary place where priority disorder
is dictated by events outside of his control.

It is this corrupted impulse control that causes
his unhealthy obsession with the narcotic,
rendering him incapable of articulating rational
thoughts. It is a chronic brain disorder.

In this harmful diversion away from reality,
utmost in his mind is the insidious drug—
over and above his job, his goals, family,
love, friends, hobbies, and personal hygiene.

Oddly enough, the foremost essentials of life,
like sleep, food, and water, are also not spared.
He could be feeling ill, and he won't care.
No other thoughts can cohabit in his world.

Emotionally invested in his fantasy world,
the destructive substance has kindled in him
an inner turmoil, setting off an overriding
feeling of emptiness that aches in his heart.

The habit is much harder to lose than it was
to find. An ongoing effort to wean himself off
the drug is being crushed by a dysphoric mood
and a sickly feeling that intensify in severity.

These horrifying symptoms of discontinuation
syndrome are a result of the drug's induced
disruptions in the biochemical processes of
his brain's system of reward and punishment.

(The human brain has around one hundred
billion individual nerve cells, or neurons, which
form a convoluted network that has over
one hundred trillion connections, or synapses.

Information travels around this vast network
all the time, allowing the brain to direct all
the conscious and unconscious activities
in the body—both simple and complex ones.

The brain responds to new information from
the nervous system by releasing chemical
messengers called neurotransmitters, which
pass signals from one neuron to another.

Neurotransmitter signaling is a crucial part
of all the brain’s functions, and changes in
the way it sends signals can alter one's way
of thinking, feelings, or perception of things.

There are at least 100 different kinds of these
chemical hormones in the brain. But the most
important ones, when it comes to addiction,
are the stress and the feel-good hormones.

Stress hormones—mainly adrenaline, cortisol,
and corticotropin-releasing factor (CFR)—play
a critical role in the initiation, maintenance,
and relapse phases of addiction by activating

the brain's "anti-reward" system, which leads
to withdrawal symptoms. Repeatedly high levels
of these neurochemical messengers increase
vulnerability to substance use by intensifying

stress and cravings, diminishing impulse control,
and causing the use of more drugs to feel "normal."
They worsen addiction severity and trigger
relapse by provoking negative emotional states."

Neurotoxic substances are also really good
at not only messing with one's levels of happy
hormones—primarily dopamine, serotonin,
and endorphins—by overstimulating their

release upon intake of such potent compounds,
but also by exploiting the brain's capacity to
vividly remember unnatural highs and motivate
itself to find more of their sources in the future.

Dopamine spikes to release pleasure when good
things happen to us. It reinforces enjoyable
sensations and behaviours by linking things that
make us feel good with a desire to repeat them.

Serotonin regulates social behaviour, impulse,
mood, and sleep. It plays a key role in staving
off anxiety and depression, as well as fostering
focus, calmness, and a sense of well-being.

Endorphins are natural painkillers produced by
the body to help us deal with emotional and
physical stress. They work by blocking pain signals,
thus reducing one's feelings of pain and distress.

So, in a normal, healthy body, happy hormones—
including oxytocin and GABA—work together
in harmony. This balance controls pain and stress,
stabilizes mood, and drives motivation and pleasure).

In a moment you will see how neurological
changes in the reward system of his brain—
occasioned by prolonged abuse of the opioid—
have turned his natural needs into drug needs.

Rather than a mild, blissful flow of the brain's
happy hormones, as is experienced while
one indulges in a palatable food, on receiving
great news, or while engaged in any other

kinds of novelty that fill us with a delicious
pleasure, the opiate—whose chemical structure
is similar to those of endorphins which are
released by the body to suppress feelings of

distress or physical pain—mimics these natural
painkillers. They attach to structures called
opioid receptors found on cells in the central
nervous system and other areas of the body,

causing these receptors to block pain signals
from reaching the upper part of the brain that
interpreters it as pain. While at it, the narcotic
triggers the release of endorphins to reinforce

its painkilling effect, and serotonin hormone to
block stress signal from reaching the brain as well—
thus modulating how the brain physiologically
adapts to adversity, anxiety, and depression.

The opiate also induces a quick secretion of an
excessive amount of dopamine, which courses
through the pleasure pathways of the brain,
overwhelming the reward centre of the organ.

It is this huge outpouring of happy hormones
in the region that elicits in him a sudden burst
of energy, a pleasant state of mild drowsiness,
mental alertness, the euphoric high, etcetera.

This already powerful, rapturous effect of the
insidious substance is further magnified by
the drug's temporary blocking off of stress
hormones in the reward system of his brain.

Therefore, it dulls his emotions and worries
by suppressing any feeling of sorrow, regret,
guilt, fear, loneliness, or distress. Upon intake
of the mood-altering drug, he would feel

warm when cold, calm when angry, bright
when grumpy, filled when hungry, glad when
sad, and relieved when in physical pain, with
almost a total refrain from the tendency

to look at anything in a negative manner.
If he's in a severe withdrawal before using
the opioid, he would feel as if suddenly
he's being catapulted from a place of worst

misery to one of greatest joy — like being
lifted away from hell to heaven in a flash.
This dramatic result of the psychoactive drug
makes every normal thing appear better,

and brings forth a deep sense of satisfaction,
as though all his needs have been met.
However, this almost perfectly desirable body
and mind experience is an artificial feeling

that only lasts within a matter of hours.
When the drug's enjoyable effects wear off,
the brain—which has grown used to the steady
supply of happy hormones—cannot adjust

all at once. It goes into shock as it gets stuck
in overdrive, which results in the withdrawal
symptoms. It is so because his brain, whose
system of positive reward is being frenzied,

seeks to counteract and accomodate for the
sweet thrills of the drug's euphoric high. It does
this by not only attempting to drastically reduce
the number of neurons that are able to respond

to signals from the feel good hormones, but
also by working hard to stop their production
and release into the reward pathways, while
overstimulating the release of stress hormones.

Just like an immense surge of happy hormones
elicits unnatural levels of euphoric pleasure,
a huge spike in the flow of stress hormones
produces in him torturous withdrawal symptoms.

These unwanted side-effects, whose rise and
fall are subject to drug levels in the system,
are the debts he has to pay for the supreme
bliss that is relished during his opioid highs.

Another flip side of frequent happy hormone
surges is that they result in the brain's inability
to respond to any stimulus other than the
ones triggered by neurotoxic substances.

This is clearly seen in his lost of interest in
things that he once enjoyed, since his brain
suffers from lack of happy hormones which
influence one's ability to be in a good mood.

It is all about his brain seeking to maintain
Homeostasis: a normal, healthy body function.
Once he is able to emerge from this penance,
he will feel good again with no need for the drug.

Because the drug has also thrown activities
in the control region of the brain into disorder,
his whole thought pattern, impulses, and
behaviour all radically change along with it.

It is this reprogramming of his brain that has
altered the interior reality of his mind in ways
that result in him going into "survival mode"
in the absence of the drug during withdrawal.

While in this irritable, aggressive, and erratic
state, he would forego anything and everything
to obtain the dangerous substance. He thinks
of his drug use the same way an individual

who is parched with thirst thinks of water.
This desperation in seeking out the drug as
a vital lifeline is due to his compromised brain
"believing" it needs it as a matter of survival. 76

A habit he had maintained in the beginning
because it made him feel extremely good
has tuned against him, quite often coercing
him to use primarily for the avoidance of pain.

The destructive drug, as dear and painful
to him as an imbecilic child is to its mother,
(he) continues on the foreboding route
for which he has no power of deviation.

Despairing in the clutches of drug addiction,
the neurotoxic compound traumatizes him:
it infuses poisons into his nervous system,
and it keeps him in a state of mental chaos.

He keeps saying to himself, 'I'm going to
quit for good after using one last time.'
But that remains to be seen, as the drug
goes on dulling his inner light day by day.

In a downward spiral that astonishes those
acquainted with him, he loses his job, his
car is repossessed, and he's evicted from
a nice home that had been stripped bare.

Drowning in unpaid bills and desperately in
debt—having blown an entire life-savings on
the drug—the loss of everything, along with
his few remaining friends, leaves him in ruins.

The dangerous drug has evoked a negative
ripple that is felt throughout all that he's
part of. An awful realization that settles in
with cold clarity, eliciting a lurch of dismay

over his dire ignorance about the narcotic,
which has resulted in this ugly entrapment.
In deep, sorrowful thoughts consumed
with self-loathing, he puts a curse upon

the day he first laid eyes on the hard drug.
With the best resolve he's able to muster,
driven by exasperation to kick the habit,
he attempts to make his will like stone.

This facade is soon razed by his urgent need for
the opiate to stave off withdrawal. Burdened
with a weight of guilt and shame that cannot be
faced, he retreats into the haze of his own misery.

With more problems and stresses than ever,
he plunges from a troubled life to no life,
completely losing touch with reality as his
addiction assumes a more dangerous form.

His fixation on the opiate has taken a turn for
the worst. Besides his compulsive need to use
it to ward off withdrawal and to experience
its euphoric high again, it has become more

crucial than ever for him to keep his emotions
constantly desensitized to life by numbing
the agony of living to ease the passage of days
with purchased relief from the sedative.

Locked in this highly destructive pattern of
drug abuse, he would stop at nothing to feed
the dangerous habit. He would cheat, steal, lie,
or betray—no matter who—to get his "fix".

Like a cancerous growth that metastasizes
to other regions of the body, his enduring
burden has spread way beyond him, chipping
away at the wellbeing of those around him.

As frequent and ready targets for theft, his
loved ones always have to watch out for him.
It is a resentful relationship in which they can
never feel at easy with him around the house.

Money, jewellery, tools, gadgets, or any other
marketable and easy-to-carry household items
that are not safely locked away will go missing.
For days or weeks at a time, he, too, will vanish.

He would eventually return like the biblical
'prodigal son'. Always, he has found the door
open after such periods of avoiding home, even
on occasions when he had been chucked out.

In the many months since losing his source
of livelihood, he had been pushed into
four different rehabilitation facilities,
but as yet has failed to clean up his act.

Two of his stints in those healing centres
immediately followed hospital discharges for
opioid overdose. On the last occasion, he was
found passed out in the family's bathtub.

Timely arrival of the paramedics had saved
his life. Notwithstanding, a nagging urge
to 'use' continues to feed and reinforce
the habit after each discharge from rehab.

It's been most upsetting to the parents who have
had to watch him visibly change before their
eyes—from a healthy, level-headed son who had
always had his act together, to what he is now.

He is, as it is, a thin, patchy-skinned loner with
a baffled demeanour, who buries his head
in low self-esteem to conceal his frequently
dilated and glassy pupils from mutual gaze.

Nothing points more to the hopelessness of
his family's plight over the ravages of the
stigmatized disorder than a lack of effort on
his part to take steps to change his condition.

It is a harrowing experience for the grieving
household, whose resources, along with their
compassion for him, have been completely
exhausted, with no more tears left to shed.

The unfortunate family, on reaching the end of
their tether, confronts him with an ultimatum:
to get his life together or finally face the music.
Sorrowfully, they all watch him leave home.

His further descent into the final stages of rock
bottom has been swift. He starts off by crashing
on fellow addicts' couches and floors without a
pillow, but his welcome quickly soon wears out.

Now among the ranks of the homeless, the hobo
would wake up feeling dope-sick. His entire day
would consist of begging and petty thefts to
raise money for the opioid, all in order to assuage

a torment that it could dull but never eliminate.
At night, even on stormy ones, the rough sleeper
would crash wherever there was shelter,
never worrying about waking up the next day.

This nightmarish existence on the street has
provoked a string of run-ins with the law.
Nabbed stealing on ill-fated occasions, he is
brutally manhandled in a most indecent way.

Emanciated, hungry, and sick, the erstwhile
ray of hope—who once had a strong sense of
self—is currently a filthy, nervous wreck who
views life through the lens of opioid stupor.

Much beyond his capacity to solicit assistance,
his hurting family proceed to rescue him yet again
Under the humbling load of drug addiction,
he staggers into another rehabilitation centre.

But the frequent slippery climb to recovery
is never easy. It's yet another chance for him
to submit to a slow and delicate therapy on
his brain, whose structure and functions are

badly impacted by years-long use of the drug.
The healing process is a labour of discipline
and commitment, coupled with patience,
in order to allow the brain to adapt back

toward normalcy by gradually regenerating
and rebalancing itself. In this gruelling task,
he's expected to learn to care for a body that
now must struggle to work in a different way.

Desiring to put their lives back together, many
druggies have been able to crawl their way out
of the sinister shadow — a big chunk of them
through the guiding light of structured help.

Amongst them were 'walking corpses' who,
possessed by their 'enough is enough', were
enabled to find the inner fire vitally needed
to rekindle the cold embers of self-image.

There's the fella cast adrift, feeling like a lost
cause with no positive "him". He is mourning
his forced abstinence from the vital boost
that has always helped him cope with life.

He'd been through the process several times
before, but never in those periods had he,
for once, been capable of detaching himself
from the fog of mental apathy and confusion.

With the drug completely out of his system,
it starts to feel a lot like flu and hay fever,
and it appears to be getting worse by the day.
There's itching at the roof of his mouth,

in his sour throat, ears, watery eyes, and his
runny, stuffed-up nose, with a pin-pricking
sensation all over his body. There is also
frequent yawning, rapid, shallow breathing

from anxiety, and fits of sneezes that appear
and disappear all too often. He's trembling
almost non-stop and sweating excessively,
with goosebumps covering his itchy, sore skin.

It's like his body's thermostat has gone haywire
and is finding it difficult to regulate temperature.
He will feel hot, then cold, and then again experience
both high fever and shivering at the same time.

Muscles ache like he's been repeatedly kicked
everywhere: his arms, hands, legs, and chest.
There are migraine headaches, tremors, joint
pain, and his aching back is wracked in spasms.

He's feeling like there's an infestation of bugs
crawling underneath his skin. He's agitated
and worried, with a sense of impending calamity
that is keeping him short-tempered and on edge.

It's hard to move, but impossible to keep still.
He is plagued by weakness and dizziness,
but despite the constant feeling of fatigue,
he's finding it difficult to fall or stay asleep.

Tossing and turning for who knows how long,
eventually he would fall into a fitful doze,
during which the nightmares are full of terrors,
and he would wake up feeling totally drained.

At certain times, he'd scream out loud because
a wave of withdrawal comes on hard and fast.
Very much aware from experience that it will
definitely go from bad to worse, sends rushes

of cold anxiety right down to his aching bones.
The onset of gastric problems marks the point
at which withdrawal symptoms begin to peak.
The debilitating sickness gets really menacing!

Explosive diarrhea and vomiting, almost to the
point of fatal dehydration, make him a slave to
the toilet. He can feel his stomach clenching, but
has zero appetite for any kind of food or liquid.

He keeps rushing to the toilet, except there's
nothing left inside of him. So, he dry heaves
until there's no strength left to do that, and he
just hangs his head there in choked desolation.

But withdrawal from opioids goes far beyond
the physical symptoms: it also involves mental
and emotional challenges. It's a psychological
roller coaster that includes all sorts of oddities;

depression, hallucination, and chaotic and suicidal
thoughts. Even though he's constantly being
assured that within a short time he will start
to feel good if only he could commit himself

to getting better, yet the continued worsening
of his sickness appears to indicate otherwise,
as more and more symptoms keep pooping up
all the time to cohabit with the earlier ones.

Meanwhile his pain intensifies right along with
the escalating urge to use the opioid. As “dope
sickness" peaks, he begins to experience almost
all of the withdrawal symptoms simultaneously.

Nothing has ever come close to the torment
that opioid withdrawal brings at this stage.
Imagine a terrible flu joining forces with the worst
case of food poisoning, hay fever, and a high fever,

profound weariness, restless legs and arms, full
body aches, and a feeling of pins and needles—as
well as the skin feeling like it is crawling—and other
symptoms of withdrawal are all present at once.

This combined attack ebbs and flows, sometimes
sustaining peak levels for a while, during which
it feels like every cell in his body is crying out
for the drug and every nerve is on fire with pain.

Opioid withdrawal at its peak is a rolling mental,
emotional, and physical torture. The only thing
going through his mind during this entire time is
how just one shot of the drug will make it all vanish.

Despair rules his mind as he realizes he can’t
last with the habit or live without it. However,
he is in the early and peak stages of withdrawal,
when cravings for the drug are at their worst.

This initial withdrawal agony is the biggest hurdle
any user desiring to get sober has to jump in
the often stop-start journey to recovery. If he can,
somehow, find the courage to suffer through it,

in a matter of days, the physical symptoms of
withdrawal—such as spasms, overall body ache,
hot and cold flashes, gastrointestinal distress,
and heavy sweating—will be almost fully gone.

This makes the healing process less painful to
cope with. He will then be left to deal only with
anhedonia: the inability to feel joy that persists
for a long time time after dope sickness has gone.

During this lasting stage of recovery, feelings of
emptiness and melancholy are prevalent due to
the production cessation of happy hormones
and the inability of normal stimuli to trigger

their release in the reward system of the brain,
as the complex organ strives to restore a balanced
chemistry when the intake of a hard drug stops.
Anhedonia is marked by continued cravings and

a negative emotional state of mind such as fear,
irritability, restlessness, anxiety, and depression—
all of which will be completely dissipated
the longer a recovering drug addict stays sober.

He's been offered a way out of his captivity,
but he's unable to embrace the opportunity
with open arms because the changes caused
by adverse effects of the narcotic on his brain

have reduced the ability of the Prefontal Cortex—
that region of the brain responsible for both
reasoning and decision-making—to provide
cognitive control over his compulsive drug use.

The overall consequence is that his obsession
for the opiate is being driven by habit rather
than conscious thought, almost like a reflex.
In effect, his brain, which has been hijacked,

is now totally compromised. He is focused on
the sole purpose of seeking out more and more
of the potent drug, whatever the cost. This means
that the addiction, which convinces him the only

option available is to indulge, is blocking him
from seeing the available escape route. It has
shut off his ability to "get up on the inside" to face
the seeming overwhelming barriers to sobriety.

Like one in the grip of Stockholm Syndrome,
he has developed a type of trauma bonding
with the treacherous drug: the more it hurts
him, the more his irrational affection for it grows.

With his consciousness constantly revolving
around the psychoactive substance, he just
can't imagine a chronic user like himself
being sober and happy again without it.

That being the case, he fails to see any point
in struggling to remain sober when, during such
times, he is beset by an awful illness attended
by a serious depression that offers no relief.

Regardless of the wreckage of his past, and
everything that is dear to him, plus the very
essence of life on the line, he's left convinced
that giving up the destructive habit would

imply endless suffering and feeling deprived
for the rest of his already hellish existence.
More than any other reasons, he's incapable
of quitting because he's too powerless to resist.

In default of any dreams of ever recouping
losses that are manifestly out of reach,
the opioid with a firm grip on him serves
as a buffer to keep his ugly reality at bay.

All that he wants is to return to the 'loving
arms' of the opioid, very much aware that
the analgesic effect of its high, now that he's
in pain, can be one of the best things ever.

But even so, as tempting as the desire to walk
away from the healing process may be, he's
bitterly mindful of the horrors of street life that
loom upon him with such frightening aspect.

Inescapably trapped with no good choices,
he slips into a menacing fear of relapse.
In anguish withdrawal plagues him daily,
and it won't allow him a moment's peace.

Utterly incapable of rising from the ashes
to hold it all together—no iota of hope,
nothing to look forward to, everything out
of focus—his mind is spiraling out of control.

In a fit of extreme anxiety, the burning urge
to 'use' prods him closer and closer to the
brink of a nervous breakdown. And Suddenly,
his need for a 'hit' becomes most vital as.

Sweating profusely and trembling all over
with fear, clutching a pilfered smartphone
and forgetful of future suffering, the rehab
jumper hurries along the forbidden path.

All alone with the merciless companion,
with nowhere to go and no one to turn to,
wretchedly wretched in additive agony,
the junkie fades away into nothingness.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

The Abyss of Drug Addiction" is written in 160 non-rhyming quatrains.

The rendition is a poignant story depicting the sad existence of many drug users. The verse uncovers and illuminates, step by step, the different stages of drug addiction and the mental processes of non-functional drug users.

The paramount aim of the work is to shed light on the sinister shadow of drug addiction. It unveils to everyone—especially teenagers and youth—the hazards of drug abuse and the vicious downward spiral it causes.

Just as the euphoric experience of each hard drug differs significantly, so do their withdrawal symptoms. Despite their seeming surface unrelatedness, whichever hard drug it may be, the creation of an illegal and dangerous dependency against the user's will is a common denominator.

(The Rush is described as a feeling very much like a heightened and prolonged sexual orgasm. A great relieve of tension. It is mostly felt when heroin or any of it's derivatives opioids/opiates is administered intravenously.

In quite a disturbing hyperbole, a heroin addict described the drug's EUPHORIC RUSH as follows:

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