I'm 36. Married. Compared to most I have two beautiful kids. One boy. One girl. I have such a smart and beautiful wife. I have a job that I really enjoy, but since falling off the wagon 8 months ago, after almost 6 years. I just have ZERO self control. Oxy, norco, Vic I've tried mscontin. There's nothing I just won't consume to get high. Short of Heroin, that would be so much cheaper. It's amazing I have zero ability to stay clean. I can go for hours and not be bothered with stopping for anything. Between Sunday starting around 2pm and Monday around 11am I'd consumed 31 Eff'in norco. 20 by way of CWE and 11 by chewing them. So the. Monday when I realize what I've done. Full blow panic attack. I'm going to die. It's almost my so s birthday. He's been having fears of me dying. How can I fuck up everything!!!! It's so exhausting. It's Thursday now. I've, other than exhaustion, had sweating but my fear of APAP overdose will not subside. How can one be so blessed with so many amazing and wonderful things in their life. Yet addiction drives past all rational behavior. It's addiction. I'm not fooling anyone. I'm an addict. The tiredness and sweating could completely be triggered by coming off 80s of OC or 1 gram of hydro at a time. Do I care. Yes. I was driving home last night and my most beautiful little girl was telling me how her brother is so mean to her and makes her so sad. I couldn't see to drive. I wanted to get high that instant. He's just like me. What have I done. Why can't I not fuck up my sons behavior as well. I'm a mess. Feel like swallowing a bullet. But think the APAP will kill me before I can ever swallow one anyway.