i've been doing opiates on and off for the past 5 years almost. most of the time was off.
the beginning of the relapse started around the end of august - when i broke up with my girlfriend and was discharged from the army. i was depressed. then by september it was full on. this lasted until around december 16, 2015. i was sick of living that way and had to put an end to it.
so i stopped cold turkey, withdrawals were worse than ever before cause i was using so much heroin so often more than ever before, but loperamide saved me to an extent.
when the worst of the physical withdrawals were gone i flew home to visit my parents for 2 weeks. i needed to clean my mind a little bit
then i got back home, got my shit together, got a job, started working out again, and made an attempt to get back together with my girlfriend. we're back now and life is good.
it seems like no matter what drug i do, nothing has a hold on me like opiates do. i dont have major cravings, but i sometimes think hmm a bag would be nice right about now... but then i think ew thats gross.
every time i relapsed i was at rock bottom. i had no soul and no reason to live aside from the next hit, everything else is secondary.
the beginning of the relapse started around the end of august - when i broke up with my girlfriend and was discharged from the army. i was depressed. then by september it was full on. this lasted until around december 16, 2015. i was sick of living that way and had to put an end to it.
so i stopped cold turkey, withdrawals were worse than ever before cause i was using so much heroin so often more than ever before, but loperamide saved me to an extent.
when the worst of the physical withdrawals were gone i flew home to visit my parents for 2 weeks. i needed to clean my mind a little bit
then i got back home, got my shit together, got a job, started working out again, and made an attempt to get back together with my girlfriend. we're back now and life is good.
it seems like no matter what drug i do, nothing has a hold on me like opiates do. i dont have major cravings, but i sometimes think hmm a bag would be nice right about now... but then i think ew thats gross.
every time i relapsed i was at rock bottom. i had no soul and no reason to live aside from the next hit, everything else is secondary.
