AKKennedy
Greenlighter
I don't think anyone could of put it better than Lou Reed. I have done a lot of drugs in my mere 25 years, and none have taken over my mind quite like the boy (in atlanta boy is heroin and girl is cocaine). A couple days ago my boyfriend (who I live with and love very much), found my needle and spoon and a bunch of old pt. bags...i know, i know, i should of thrown them out...which scared me because he is pretty straight laced and doesnt do anything unless I get him to smoke pot with me. I had a few strips of suboxone and I figured I would try to get off, so yesterday I didnt have any and waited until I was good and sick to take the suboxone, as I have experienced the WD's before from taking it too early and it IS NOT pleasant. Much to my chagrin, the suboxone didnt really work. I still wanted to chop my arms off from the RLS...had a few hours of flopping around like a fish last night...eventually my body was able to relax..This AM I had another 4 mgs and I still felt like shit. SO I CAVED. Ugh. I just went and saw my dope dealer and did two bags, the suboxone definitely hindered it a bit but I feel a million times better now...physically. Mentally i am so disappointed with myself and I feel so hopeless, like I'll never get off the shit. I don't know if I should come clean to my boyfriend...I know he would put me in detox immediately. Detox is something I try and avoid..though I know it works and has been the only way I have gotten off heroin in the past with the exception of kicking it cold turkey like 5 or 6 times because I had moved and couldnt get any...
