Good for you. Seriously...it's hard to do. It's crazy but I think the psychological withdrawal that comes after the physical is pretty bad. When I was younger I had done oxys for 2 years & took 5 80's a day. I switched to heroin and 2 months later(I was shooting) I crashed three cars, was failing all my classes at college because of absences(Probably would have failed anyways,) and got arrested it was in the paper and my parents found out because it said "Possession of Heroin.) No addiction runs in my family & my parents had no idea what to do. So they called my uncle(mom's brother) because he was a detective. He told my parents to not let me out of the house, ,give me oj and Tylenol if I needed it. And this was coming off a 2 year 2 month HEAVY habit. It sucked soooooo badly. I tried to get out of the house but my dad(literally) slept at the end of the stairs and my room is upstairs and way too high to jump from. They only thought I snorted, so I had a package of needles and I'm like "These are mine, I shoot up, kick me out your daughters a junkie." Wouldn't let me leave, my parets never hit me my whole life(and were great parents) and I tried to leave and they would physically restrain me from leaving. My mom slapped me once(believe me I deserved it) they should've sent me to detox but they were clonidine detoxes and I lest both the second day. They just didn't know what to do so they listened to my uncle.
Anyways after two weeks they let me out to go to outpatient. I wasn't crazy withdrawing but I was still really uncomfortable(i.e. anxiety, no good sleep, nightmares, and all I could fucking think about was dope. I was seriously depressed(from the withdrawal) so as soon as they let me out I called my boyfriend, he picked me up, we went to Hartford and I shot 5 bags. Didn't realize how much my tolerance went down, my bf did 5 before me and said they were shitty but he never stopped(2 Years.) So I did 5 bags and missed. About 15-20 mins later I felt really woozy. I told him to pull over, he did My vision started going, I opened the car door got out side & the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital. My boyfriend said he tried for a half-hour to wake me up(I passed out right outside dead on my face I guess) smacking me, throwing water on my face but I started turning blue so he said he had to call 911. I know its a little off topic but I just remember the psychological wds were almost as hard, as soon as I got my chance I was getting dope. I was not ready to quit at the time, so it was bound to happen. Then they were convinced I was trying to kill myself and had me on observation for 24 hours(I remember yelling I wasn't trying to kill myself I was trying to get high!
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