nuberosada
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2012
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So today my gf texted me "Congratulations on three months clean baby. This is a special day." I said thanks. She says "Did you realize that? Can we do something to celebrate?" Really sweet and means a lot. All of it. And despite the reality that alcohol isn't a problem of mine, I'm not quite sure how to celebrate three months off of opiates. I have to say that a year ago I had no idea if this was ever possible for me.
Anyways, it's been three months. I still fight over my whiny feelings and emotions with my gf, still get bored, still bugged out at a party full of close friends this weekend, but still pushing on. It gets better. I cheat, I have kratom to use here and there, but it's not anything, to me, like the real opiates. It has kept my cravings to absolutely nothing. And it has lessened PAWS significantly. But I'm strict about the extracts and staying away from the euphoria (UEI, etc) that I've felt but didn't enjoy. It evens life out so I can engage in society without constant anxiety attacks. My docs gave me valium to deal with that; I'd rather stick with the leaf. I still call it day 90.
Wishing all of you the best of luck with everything. If one of you are day 1 or day 10 or whatever it is, I promise it gets better. The first few weeks were hell. It gets better. So much better. The slavery is over. And if you mess up, just get back on the wagon. Shit happens. Call it a foul ball and keep counting if you need to, to keep from breaking down.
Anyways, it's been three months. I still fight over my whiny feelings and emotions with my gf, still get bored, still bugged out at a party full of close friends this weekend, but still pushing on. It gets better. I cheat, I have kratom to use here and there, but it's not anything, to me, like the real opiates. It has kept my cravings to absolutely nothing. And it has lessened PAWS significantly. But I'm strict about the extracts and staying away from the euphoria (UEI, etc) that I've felt but didn't enjoy. It evens life out so I can engage in society without constant anxiety attacks. My docs gave me valium to deal with that; I'd rather stick with the leaf. I still call it day 90.
Wishing all of you the best of luck with everything. If one of you are day 1 or day 10 or whatever it is, I promise it gets better. The first few weeks were hell. It gets better. So much better. The slavery is over. And if you mess up, just get back on the wagon. Shit happens. Call it a foul ball and keep counting if you need to, to keep from breaking down.
