My first encounter with pain killers was in 11th grade. Someone offered me a hydrocodon [Spelling] and ignorantly I took one. After that, I was hooked. At the time I was suffering from slight depression and the feeling that the pain killers gave me was heaven sent. I continued to abuse the pills, spending a majority of my money on buying pills. I knew I had a problem but at the time, I didn't know what else to do. By the time I was a senior, I had stopped using and was pretty clean afterwards. For the longest after I got out of highschool, I stayed away from any type of pain killer until recently. I got hurt at my job and was prescribed a strong dose of pain killer. It seems I'm hooked again and I'm not sure just how bad until I run out of the meds. I'm afraid it will be as bad as before because as of now, I'm going through another stage of depression. I'm already considering going back to my psychologist, just to be safe. Maybe if I get past the depression, the pills won't be a big problem.