Jim McP
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I don't really know if this is the thread I should post in, but I'm going to give it a shot. I apologize in advance if it the wrong thread.
I am a 26 year man at the end of the road, little rope, and no hope. I have been battling drug addiction for 5 years, and being the rational and realistic person that I am, I can truly say that it's not going to get better.
I am more fucked up than you can imagine. They all say that us addicts are the same, universal even..not in my case. I was a professional athlete in one point in my life, top tier. I later joined the Marine Corps to become an engineer, so I could help others through humanitarian relief.
And one day, out of nowhere, I decided, and said to myself, "I'm going to take percocets.", and just like that - it began.
I am truly a sick human being. I was not introduced to drugs, I was never around people that have ever had any experience with drugs, and etc. Before that, I started smoking. First one in my entire family and then some to smoke. I decided randomly one day, as I sat in NC, "I want to smoke cigarettes." Same thing as above - no influence, no experimenting, nothing.
Fast forward, I was forced to take a Suboxone by a relative - literally forced, and that's when life as I knew it (though not at that time) ended for me.
I began using heroin. Had a good run for about a year with that. Got off, went to a detox, did the 6 days, and left because I thought that detox was enough - didn't bother to stay for the 30 impatient and continue with a 60 IOP. Within six hours, I took a suboxone, because I couldn't deal with the physical pains.
Been on that road for 3 years. In between, I'd do cocaine, adderall, ritalin, all sorts of nonsense.
I "relapsed" twice this year. The first time, I was "clean" for 3 years, on suboxone maintenance. I couldn't afford the doctors visits anymore, so I widdled down and bought them from the street. Then one day I couldn't find subs, so I did heroin. Did it for about 3 months. Nothing too crazy. 5 bags a day? Idk. Then, I got off. Been clean since then until the first of this months. Same thing happened.
One thing I am grateful (and sometimes hateful of) for is my ridiculously-holy shit-you wouldn't believe it if I told you-metabolism. Did a bag of heroin about 9 hours ago. 2 hours passed and I couldn't handle the withdraw - I did subs, and remarkably didn't get sick. I actually feel good right now (in theory)
I'm flat out addicted to cigarettes, suboxone, adderall, coke if I can find some stuff, coca cola - I drink a case a day, and lord have mercy on those that are around me if I don't have my soda.
I'm one fucked up individual. Who in THE WORLD just up and decides out of NOWHERE to become a druggie? Or worse yet, coming home from the Marines, best shape of my life, and say, "Eh. I wanna smoke." And go and try 9 different brands.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's been a long road for me. There is no hope. I have absolutely no support system. No friends (literally ... None) no family, I'm broke, I just barely make ends meet, I'm broke by the 6th of each month..suffer for two weeks (unless I get my subs when I can, but typically don't) and then get a check since I rent my garage out.
There is no way I am ever going to break this ring of fire. But, throughout it all, my heart is at peace - I am not sad, whatsoever. I do not want, nor have I ever, a pity pot. I did this. I gotta lay in this bed I made, and I'm ok with that. I write this in hopes that someone will read it and maybe, perhaps, look at their story, and their experiences, and say to themselves, "Wow. Perhaps maybe my situation isn't so bad.", and hopefully, help them persevere through their attempt atrecovery.
Lastly, to anyone battling their addiction(s) and all of the struggles that go with it, keep fighting. Even if you have a small chance - it's better than none at all. I have tried to do it every which way. Tapering didn't work, even as I got down to literally crumbs a day. 1 to 2 crumbs a day. 3 if it was really bad. I tried a good detox. I tried removing
People places and things by moving over a thousand miles away to a very desolate part of the nation. Everything else? I simply cannot afford it at this point in my life. I do not qualify for welfare/medicare, none of the programs I've pursued accepted me. Hell, I had trouble getting into a methadone clinic - yes, I'm well versed in methadone. I know everything there is to know about it. I've heard the stories, it's full antagonist, blah blah blah blah, but, tapering off of methadone is easier than suboxone. Here's what 90% of people don't know about suboxone; It is NOT a maintenance drug. It was never, ever, intended to be used in that manner. Yet, all most doctors have to do is attend an 8 hour class and meet some minor prerequisites in order to prescribe suboxone. They all know how to prescribe it, but none of them know how to get you off of it. If you don't believe me, search up how there is no medical procedure to this day for suboxone withdraw ... What does that tell you? Atleast with methadone, it's an established drug. It IS A maintenance drug, and you can widdle down off of it. It's a lot older than suboxone, and doctors know a heck of a lot more about it. And hell, I had intentions on trying methadone. I was hoping to start at a regular dose, and go down a milligram over the course of a year and half to two years. But, with no insurance, no welfare, no nothing, I can't afford it. It is more than what I spend on Subs in a week. 85 dollars a week for the methadone clinic. I simply cannot do it.
As far as getting a job? I am so physically weak, and mentally distraught, that I would be unable to do it. I'm one of the unfortunate ones that REALLY got chewed up and spit out by drugs. They, primarily suboxone, destroyed any chance of me having a normal life. I've never felt "normal" at any time in my life with taking them. It seems that everyone finds a normal to content medium when they take suboxone. Some even have their lives back. Me? It wrecked me. Could, and still can't, ever eat. Trouble sleeping. Always lethargic. No motivation whatsoever. Sleeping 17 hours or more. It's a horrible drug in my opinion. If it wasn't for the fact that I get deathly ill (one instance I almost died - seizures) when I stop, I might have had a different outcome.
Keep fighting, people.
That is all.
I am a 26 year man at the end of the road, little rope, and no hope. I have been battling drug addiction for 5 years, and being the rational and realistic person that I am, I can truly say that it's not going to get better.
I am more fucked up than you can imagine. They all say that us addicts are the same, universal even..not in my case. I was a professional athlete in one point in my life, top tier. I later joined the Marine Corps to become an engineer, so I could help others through humanitarian relief.
And one day, out of nowhere, I decided, and said to myself, "I'm going to take percocets.", and just like that - it began.
I am truly a sick human being. I was not introduced to drugs, I was never around people that have ever had any experience with drugs, and etc. Before that, I started smoking. First one in my entire family and then some to smoke. I decided randomly one day, as I sat in NC, "I want to smoke cigarettes." Same thing as above - no influence, no experimenting, nothing.
Fast forward, I was forced to take a Suboxone by a relative - literally forced, and that's when life as I knew it (though not at that time) ended for me.
I began using heroin. Had a good run for about a year with that. Got off, went to a detox, did the 6 days, and left because I thought that detox was enough - didn't bother to stay for the 30 impatient and continue with a 60 IOP. Within six hours, I took a suboxone, because I couldn't deal with the physical pains.
Been on that road for 3 years. In between, I'd do cocaine, adderall, ritalin, all sorts of nonsense.
I "relapsed" twice this year. The first time, I was "clean" for 3 years, on suboxone maintenance. I couldn't afford the doctors visits anymore, so I widdled down and bought them from the street. Then one day I couldn't find subs, so I did heroin. Did it for about 3 months. Nothing too crazy. 5 bags a day? Idk. Then, I got off. Been clean since then until the first of this months. Same thing happened.
One thing I am grateful (and sometimes hateful of) for is my ridiculously-holy shit-you wouldn't believe it if I told you-metabolism. Did a bag of heroin about 9 hours ago. 2 hours passed and I couldn't handle the withdraw - I did subs, and remarkably didn't get sick. I actually feel good right now (in theory)
I'm flat out addicted to cigarettes, suboxone, adderall, coke if I can find some stuff, coca cola - I drink a case a day, and lord have mercy on those that are around me if I don't have my soda.
I'm one fucked up individual. Who in THE WORLD just up and decides out of NOWHERE to become a druggie? Or worse yet, coming home from the Marines, best shape of my life, and say, "Eh. I wanna smoke." And go and try 9 different brands.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's been a long road for me. There is no hope. I have absolutely no support system. No friends (literally ... None) no family, I'm broke, I just barely make ends meet, I'm broke by the 6th of each month..suffer for two weeks (unless I get my subs when I can, but typically don't) and then get a check since I rent my garage out.
There is no way I am ever going to break this ring of fire. But, throughout it all, my heart is at peace - I am not sad, whatsoever. I do not want, nor have I ever, a pity pot. I did this. I gotta lay in this bed I made, and I'm ok with that. I write this in hopes that someone will read it and maybe, perhaps, look at their story, and their experiences, and say to themselves, "Wow. Perhaps maybe my situation isn't so bad.", and hopefully, help them persevere through their attempt atrecovery.
Lastly, to anyone battling their addiction(s) and all of the struggles that go with it, keep fighting. Even if you have a small chance - it's better than none at all. I have tried to do it every which way. Tapering didn't work, even as I got down to literally crumbs a day. 1 to 2 crumbs a day. 3 if it was really bad. I tried a good detox. I tried removing
People places and things by moving over a thousand miles away to a very desolate part of the nation. Everything else? I simply cannot afford it at this point in my life. I do not qualify for welfare/medicare, none of the programs I've pursued accepted me. Hell, I had trouble getting into a methadone clinic - yes, I'm well versed in methadone. I know everything there is to know about it. I've heard the stories, it's full antagonist, blah blah blah blah, but, tapering off of methadone is easier than suboxone. Here's what 90% of people don't know about suboxone; It is NOT a maintenance drug. It was never, ever, intended to be used in that manner. Yet, all most doctors have to do is attend an 8 hour class and meet some minor prerequisites in order to prescribe suboxone. They all know how to prescribe it, but none of them know how to get you off of it. If you don't believe me, search up how there is no medical procedure to this day for suboxone withdraw ... What does that tell you? Atleast with methadone, it's an established drug. It IS A maintenance drug, and you can widdle down off of it. It's a lot older than suboxone, and doctors know a heck of a lot more about it. And hell, I had intentions on trying methadone. I was hoping to start at a regular dose, and go down a milligram over the course of a year and half to two years. But, with no insurance, no welfare, no nothing, I can't afford it. It is more than what I spend on Subs in a week. 85 dollars a week for the methadone clinic. I simply cannot do it.
As far as getting a job? I am so physically weak, and mentally distraught, that I would be unable to do it. I'm one of the unfortunate ones that REALLY got chewed up and spit out by drugs. They, primarily suboxone, destroyed any chance of me having a normal life. I've never felt "normal" at any time in my life with taking them. It seems that everyone finds a normal to content medium when they take suboxone. Some even have their lives back. Me? It wrecked me. Could, and still can't, ever eat. Trouble sleeping. Always lethargic. No motivation whatsoever. Sleeping 17 hours or more. It's a horrible drug in my opinion. If it wasn't for the fact that I get deathly ill (one instance I almost died - seizures) when I stop, I might have had a different outcome.
Keep fighting, people.
That is all.
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