I was in the bath trying to get warm, surrounded by needles, screaming to God for help. I thought, “I’m going to be dead soon”.
I’d been out shoplifting, and hadn’t been able to find anything to sell to buy some crack and heroin. My long-term partner had died of a methadone overdose and my circulation was so poor that I couldn’t take in any of the drugs I was able to buy. At the age of 43, I’d finally hit rock bottom. And I was ready to change.
