I go to work every day, I pick my son up from daycare and feed him, play with him, read books to him. We take a bath at the end of the night and I sing to him when I lay him down for bed. I have all of my bills paid ahead of time and we have a nice home, just me and him. Nice furniture, all the toys he could want, a kitchen full of groceries. I keep the laundry done, the house clean. But I stay high. I snort heroin multiple times a day. Never overdose, just enough to keep me feeling good. And nobody would ever guess it looking at the way I live. But that's the scary part. Nobody will ever know to help me when I finally need help. And I will. I'm not stupid, I know how addiction turns out. I won't stay functional forever. I need help. Please tell me I'm not alone in this.. **UPDATE** The night I made this post I quit cold turkey. Haven't had any since, it's been almost 48 hours, I know it doesn't sound like much.. but I'm sick as a dog and not wanting it at all anymore. I never want to feel like this again. UPDATE: 3/21 still haven't used, I've also cut down on smoking cigarettes from a pack a day to a pack that's lasted me since Saturday night 3/17, the withdrawals have gotten better, I've found myself a little more detached and wanting to be alone, but I'm forcing myself to be around family to keep myself going. This has been hard as hell, especially since my son has been going through sleep regression and I'm becoming aggravated more easily, but we are making it. Thank you to the commenters that showed support, and to the ones that were nasty about my confession, I AM DOING IT. And I am proud of myself.