Heroin trap, heroin cloud

Many creatives who grapple with growing up find hooks with substances. The out of body, mind expanding opportunities are a cover for the way these things blur the painful memories, the exquisite pain of growing up.

I have been sent a number of journals that chronicle the lure of heroin, the brown cloud that envelops, removing all the rawness, that soothes until suddenly the individual is usurped altogether by a hunger that is increasingly desperate and ugly. 

Many artists discover a substance or four in their teenage years, and the narrative that grows about creativity and drug use is deeply embedded, requiring much unfurling as the artist tries to grow outside the confines of that velvet trap.  

Here are some pages from young women in the midst of addiction, trying to grow up and already fighting to survive.  

artwork and poetry by a  young user
Inside a young heroin user’s psyche

  

artwork about the hell of being a  heroin user
A cry for help

   

writings by a young user
subtexts

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