I appreciate it guys. I've had to remind myself a few times I'm having a conversation with the heroin. He'd actually been off heroin for over a year, but he'd been on suboxone, wasn't able to get that from his doc anymore, and started using heroin instead. The good news is he's off suboxone, now we just need to get him off the heroin. Talked with a different friend (another multiple inpatient who used to rent a room from me) who knows the guy last night, and her response was "XXXX is still alive? That surprises me. We had to stop hanging out because he couldn't stop using." That was depressing.
Here's one more thing for you to remember. For you, the (mostly) normal non-addict, things will be better when your friend quits. However, this is an oversimplification and is just not the case at all. Anecdote:I started drinking regularly when I was 14. When I was 16, I was a full blow alcoholic, drinking a lot every day. No one noticed because I could read people, could lie, and could crush any high school or standardized test I was given. When I was 17, I was a school valedictorian and at Stanford on scholarship for engineering. By the time I was 20, I was living in a trailer on the Stanford campus, spending every night in the Rodin sculpture garden, trying to drink one more shot than the day before, without puking. I wanted to die. It was leaving las vegas, years before the movie. Within 6 months, I was a homeless dropout sleeping under buildings, cut off from parents and stealing food. Yeah, I'm that jackass that got into a good school and somehow couldn't finish. The kicker of it is, I became homeless after I STOPPED drinking. Everyone thinks that you are fixed once you stop the substance. However, that is nonsense.All the cessation of substance does is that it allows you the opportunity to discover why your life was so void/meaningless that you slipped into oblivion. Now, you have to do the real heavy living, trying to fabricate a new foreign life with enough short moments of happiness/ joy in the world that you disdained so much that you opted out in the first place. You probably aren't wired exactly right, or you wouldn't have found yourself here in the first place.I lost a ton of friends, and those that stood by me all said at some point: "You know, you were much more pleasant as an alcoholic. You really are just a mean **** now."I abused my new found need to express myself in order to keep from getting bottled up. I vented and broke things and people. It wasn't until I started redefining myself by what I could do, as opposed to what I could no longer do, that I chance at a life not made unmanageable by alcohol. Even then, in hard times, like break ups, my dad's death, my wife's miscarriage- it is hard to walk the path. Real hard.So, for you, and good bless you- you are trying to get your buddy in a clinic. However, the real work hasn't even started. He has to build, from zero, a life better worth living sober. And for people who have addictive ersonalities and diminished capabilities for joy, that is some hard #### to manage.