The mind of an addict truly is one of cognitive dissonance and disarray.
Freaking out that I would soon be going into withdrawal I just went crawling around my house looking at any little white dot on the ground hoping it’s Suboxone, I then went down into my garage and did the same and then back upstairs and dug into every single pocket of my clothing hoping id left a pill in there.
Last but not least I pulled my whole car apart including unbolting the seats and found x2 2mg suboxone tablets.
At one point I had so many Suboxone I used to just throw them around my house and car. Doing so has now saved me for a couple of days.
The things we do to stop withdrawal truly is insane.