I find that it is important to have something worth fighting for. Then when you lose sight, you can think of that thing you will lose. I don't really know what that is for me, so whenever the physical symptoms start to subside, I panic when I realize how much further I have to go to recover. I keep doing these harsh tapers to avoid facing my feelings completely. It keeps me distracted with physical pain. The post acute withdrawal is really where I am going to need to do something different. Every time I realize how long I'm going to remain depressed, I relapse right away out of hopelessness when I am not as distracted by the symptoms. For myself the physical agony is the easy part, it is the emotional torment that comes a couple weeks later that fucks me up right away. I've never reached a point where I am physically comfortable and I don't think it's possible because I never really was to begin with in the same sense.
I have already had so many setbacks in life, the idea of spending another 6 months depressed just isn't good for me. The withdrawal lasts months... whoever said it is 3 to 5 days is talking about mild, shorter term habits. Once you get going long term like this it's just a fuckin never-ending nightmare and I can't even see how much worse it will get if I continue. I just know, worse.
That's actually demeaning though, the (mandatory) random pill count thing. I'd be pissed, I don't even have appointments except every few months. Just my opinion! If it helps you quit then that's fucking awesome. But I feel like that should only be mandatory, if you have an addiction history or would like to do it for the added support. Seems too controlling. Anything to get off this monstrosity though. It's a fucking monster. I fucked up so bad as soon as I realized I had extra pills. Went straight back to 80mg a day, which is what I need to be comfortable. 60mg is a crumby day, 40mg is hell, and anything less is just sheer torture. And also, which is the maximum I can take without running out early.
I noticed almost immediately that I just stop giving a fuck about people. I might pretend that I do, but I don't really think that I'm capable of much empathy when I am that high.
That new music video... called drug dealer by macklemore... is actually pretty well done I thought. Personally I hate when people blame doctors though, doctors are fucking smart people. That's pretty much how I've been looking the past couple months. I have noticed how my soul has already blackened from a single day of use like this. I have become more depressed from the one day of use. It's fucking bullshit hell I'm so sick and tired of it but at least I didn't suffer today. I had something like 6 hours to go and I was already being tortured so I just took the fucking devil. I'm convinced at this point that the shit has ruined my life. I've seen the post acute withdrawal, how miserable it is one you have actually quit... I've caught a glimpse of that and I don't like what I am up against. Not one bit.