Opiates are fabulous, until they're not.
Opiates are like having an extra-marital affair - that incredible high of your whole world feeling like one huge, warm comforting hug. You've got it - even better, you and your new lover have got it, together. No more of that painful alone, no more fighting alone. The two of you own the universe.
But time does it's thing. The relationship starts to feel maybe not so great, after all. And that happens faster than you had expected it to. Except you're in shite-deep now and your entire life revolves around that relationship. Everything in your life, it's all about the relationship between the 2 of you, and the problem is that the relationship is becoming more demanding and more sour every day.
You decide you really want out. You'll just slip out; she'll barely notice you're gone. Because this is not at all what you first thought it would be. You're spending every moment of your life with her, or thinking about that her and ruminating over what to do, paranoid as hell. How to escape? Wishing like crazy the two of you never would have met.
But she won't let go. No matter how much you beg her to, she won't let go of you. Everywhere you look there she is, looking back. You're going batshite crazy, seeing her everywhere. Nothing in your life means anything anymore. It's all gone to shite because you want to let go of her, but you can't. Cannot.
Major regret. Maybe better to be dead than to be here? Pleading. And so on. Before long, you are either dead or close to dead. If you're alive, you're spending the moments of your life struggling really, really hard to recreate something close to the life you thought was so hard before.
No exaggeration. And it's the same ride for every single opiate user, no exceptions. Opiates are not a fun road, but they are a 100% guaranteed gold-paved road to hell.
I have no judgments, just experience - do it if you want to.