I was a junkie unicorn. I snorted heroin a few times a week for about three months in 2012-2013, did it a handful of times over the next few months, shot it up once or twice a week for about a month or two, then stopped when my friend went to jail- who was also the guy I was sleeping with, who convinced me to try it, who was also the one who bought it. I wasn't about to go out looking for it elsewhere and I'd never been physically addicted to it. I shot up one more time in August of that year right before moving to Atlanta for a little bit. I haven't touched it since. I wouldn't even if it was offered to me, but I've since cut those sort of friends out of my life for obvious reasons.

If someone offered me a line at a party somewhere (which they wouldn't, due to what I mentioned above, but still), I can say with absolute certainty it wouldn't present a long-term issue because it never was before. I never went after it, I was just in love with a junkie and got it for free. I never did more than two beans in a day- and even two was rare. I've always been the sort of person to do whatever drug whenever it was free. The only drug I ever had a legitimate "problem" with was DXM (cough medicine), and I was even able to kick that with no outside help a couple years ago. I'm not at all bragging about this- I am a wreck of a person and I'm 23 years old. It's just that drugs aren't really my root issue (weed is all that's been in my life for awhile), my biggest problems are extreme anxiety and zero self esteem. It's a shock to me that drugs aren't a bigger problem in my life, but somehow, I manage to still care about my overall well-being living in constant fear that everyone thinks I'm the worst person ever.

TL;DR: Recreational heroin users can exist, I guess, but there's probably plenty of other terrible problems going on besides the drugs. People don't just decide to start banging dope when their lives are on point.