I’m finally far away enough from my dependance on opiates to say this:
I wouldn’t change anything, except that I would go back and change EVERYTHING if I could. It was a miserable experience, but I lived and it probably made me stronger. The hold that those tiny pills had on me was unbelievable.
I never understood how someone could be so weak as to become an “addict”. I was too strong. But I was addicted, and I’ll be an “addict” for the rest of my life.
The biggest problem is that we have a healthcare system that either treats us as a junkie or a potential customer for life. I was so happy when I finally got to a Dr who would write that first huge prescription for oxy. Looking back though, he was only trying to set the hook, and he did it very well. I was in pain and my pain was managed by the pills that ultimately caused me the most suffering.
I’m still struggling. On Lyrica for nerve damage. On alcohol for other reasons. On Taco Bell because I’m too damn lazy to pack lunch. Nobody’s perfect. But those little blue pills are behind me and my life is better. I’m writing this to remind myself that I need to remember.
I wouldn’t change anything, except that I would go back and change EVERYTHING if I could. It was a miserable experience, but I lived and it probably made me stronger. The hold that those tiny pills had on me was unbelievable.
I never understood how someone could be so weak as to become an “addict”. I was too strong. But I was addicted, and I’ll be an “addict” for the rest of my life.
The biggest problem is that we have a healthcare system that either treats us as a junkie or a potential customer for life. I was so happy when I finally got to a Dr who would write that first huge prescription for oxy. Looking back though, he was only trying to set the hook, and he did it very well. I was in pain and my pain was managed by the pills that ultimately caused me the most suffering.
I’m still struggling. On Lyrica for nerve damage. On alcohol for other reasons. On Taco Bell because I’m too damn lazy to pack lunch. Nobody’s perfect. But those little blue pills are behind me and my life is better. I’m writing this to remind myself that I need to remember.