FROM HOPKINS TO HOMELESS:  MY TRUE STORY OF  PRESCRIPTION DRUG ADDICTION
(NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE)

How It All Started



I had published my first paper in a respectable peer reviewed medical journal (CHEST) when I was 27.  Several months after that, I presented the paper at a medical conference in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany.  It was one of 9 trips I would take to Germany to consult with a medical company established in Starnberg, Germany. 


By the time of my second year of my Ph.D. I had published/presented 54 medical papers, published 6 peer reviewed medical papers, was contributing author on one book, owned and operated my own consulting company in respiratory medicine, developed a patent for respiratory devices, and was progressing successfully in my Ph.D.  I was 31 years old and I was proud of my accomplishments and my continuing success in respiratory medicine.  But, that was all about to change.  A substance use disorder would enter my life and take away from me my possessions, my profession, my loved ones, and my sanity.


My pathway to struggling with a 
substance use disorder 
started when I made an appointment to see Dr. Cary Suter, M.D. for migraine headaches.  I put great trust in him due to the fact that he was the medical schools doctor and was responsible for taking care of the students enrolled in the medical school programs.  In a time-frame of 7.9 months I was prescribed 6,647 pills. I had pills to help me stay awake and study, pills for helping me sleep, pills for anxiety, and pills for pain.  I knew about substance abuse but I thought I was too intelligent to become trapped by that disease.  Anyway, these pills were provided to me by the schools doctor who said he had taken pills when he was in medical school to help him succeed.  My ignorance would cause me to lose almost a decade of my life and would bring me close to death many times as a result of my severe 
substance use disorder.


Although Dr. Suter lost his medical license for over prescribing controlled substances and not monitoring that prescribing, it was too late for me.  I had to drop out of my Ph.D. program due to my 
substance use disorder
.  Dr. Suter lost his license 3 months after I dropped out of the program.  At this point in my life, I had to confront and accept some very disturbing facts: I no longer was pursuing the goal I had been following for the past 15 years, I was severely addicted to prescription drugs, the doctor who had been prescribing me the drugs had his medical license revoked, and the main focus of my life was to obtain drugs.  I was, in essence, trapped in the severity of my 
substance use disorder
.  For the first time I had lost complete control over my life.                  


My first of numerous substance use disorder related detrimental events came when I was presenting a medical paper at a conference in Atlanta, Georgia.  Before my lecture I forged a prescription on my computer and proceeded to the pharmacy to have it filled. Since the prescription was for Demerol, the pharmacy called the doctor and verified the prescription was forged. The police were waiting for me (at the conference lecture hall) to finish my lecture and when I did they handcuffed and arrested me.  I was taken out in front of all my colleagues and conference members and taken to jail. Needless to say I was immediately fired from my job as a senior aerosol scientist for a prominent German company established in the United States. 


For many years I was doctor shopping.  I would acquire my drugs in many ways: the internet, hospital emergency rooms, forged prescriptions, clinics, private doctors, and in other countries.  I would stay employed by various companies because of my experience in respiratory medicine.  But, I would ultimately get fired when my substance use disorder interfered with the quality of my work.  Eventually, word of my substance use disorder became known to my colleagues and the respiratory medicine industry. From that point on, I was not called upon to lecture, to consult, or in any way work in the respiratory medicine industry.  I was, for all intents and purposes, “blackballed” from my profession. 


Shunned from my profession, disenchanted from my family and friends, and homeless, I fell into a deep depression.  It was at this time that I wrote a suicide note and attempted to commit suicide.  Over the next 9 years I would attempt suicide 1 more time, have 35 toxic overdoses, and 45 seizures. All of which brought me close to death each time.


During the 9 years of my substance use disorder, I would periodically give the rehabilitations a try.  Nine times I made a serious effort to become substance use free.  But, every time I would relapse within weeks of being discharged.  After 9 years of being an individual with a substance use disorder, I completely surrendered to my disease and came to the understanding that my substance use disorder was not going to be successfully addressed in weeks or even in a couple months of treatment.   I realized that my recovery would require at least a year in a long term residential program where I could work on my substance use disorder issues every day with no distractions.  I found that in a year-long cognitive/behavioral rehabilitation program.  This program not only worked on my substance use disorder issues but also worked on my cognitive/behavioral issues that caused me to seek out the drugs.

Currently, my life is finally in a direction I can be proud of.  I commenced recovery from a year-long in-patient residential cognitive/behavioral rehabilitation facility.  Being free from substance use restored my clarity of thought and determination.  Two attributes which were essential for completing my autobiography, From Hopkins To Homeless: My True Story Of Prescription Drug Addiction.  I believe I can inspire and educate others about substance use disorders and recovery management with my autobiography.   

My future is completely open with possibilities.  I do know that I am very thrilled and inspired living life as a substance use free individual.  And, for the first the first time in over 9 years I have a sense of self-confidence and respect for myself.  This confidence reminds me that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to.  For this reason, I enrolled and completed my doctorate in public health education and have also completed training to become a certified peer support specialist and a certified prevention specialist II. 

It has been a long, arduous, and self-revealing journey through my 9 years of my substance use disorder.  Unfortunately, along the way I became deceitful, dishonest, unreliable, and untrustworthy.  On the other hand, I can proclaim that through my suffering and adversity came great rewards and prosperity.  Today, I continue to advocate for those affected by the diseases of addiction and mental health.  It is a passion and a pathway that I will pursue for the rest of my life.