xburtonchic
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I need encouragement. Or advice. Or anything. I just seriously can't believe I got myself into this mess AGAIN! I was doing SO well. And then my boyfriend at the time decided I was strong enough to handle him shooting up right in front of me. It was so out of no where, I just looked over and there he was with a needle in his arm. Apparently he is an idiotic douchebag when it comes to the early stages of recovery, I mean damn, talk about a trigger. So then MY dumb ass was sitting there thinking, "Well, the withdrawals weren't so bad, they were a joke really, I can do it again!" How wrong I was. Maybe I should have thought about the fact that the withdrawals were so easy because I was in a DETOX FACILITY... duh, me... but not only did I think I was strong enough to do "only one", I thought I could handle the withdrawals. My line of thinking was that I still had access to all of the medications they had me on in detox, minus the Suboxone, and I could therefore quit all by myself warm turkey, "just in case".
Well, I was NOT strong enough to do "just one". I did much more than "just one". And so I went back on Suboxone, and kept myself on it for FAR too long, much longer than the detox center and rehab had me on... and I paid for that mistake ten times over when I ran out of Suboxone, had no way to get more dope, and withdrawal was inevitable. I was totally not expecting what happened next. I was naive enough to think that they wouldn't be that bad as long as I took my Vistaril, and BuSpar, and Neurontin, and Seroquel, and vitamins, and etc. Except even with those first three anxiety meds, I couldn't deal with it. The anxiety was bad... so, so bad. It would build and build until I honestly thought I would explode. I felt like I was going insane. I was having violent tremors, shaking horribly, I couldn't even pick up a glass of water without dropping it. And it never let up. I can't even put into words how utterly terrible it was, but it was certainly the most physically traumatizing thing I've ever been through. I didn't even make it to the 36 hour mark. I dealt with it by just trying to white-knuckle it for about 24 hours, at which point I could NOT take it anymore and I caved. Found a way to get some dope. Now, once again, I am sticking a needle in my arm just to avoid ever having to go through that again. I'm absolutely TERRIFIED of it. I can't do it... I just can't... there's no way in hell. I think I'm still traumatized from it actually. I probably sound like I'm exaggerating... I wish I was... but it was truly impossible. A person would have to be made of STEEL to make it through an entire week, or even a few days of that. The only thing that provided SOME relief was the combo of Neurontin + Seroquel, which put me to sleep for a couple of hours... except I woke up with even WORSE anxiety. And then, of course, after that I was afraid to go to sleep. I think I probably spent the entire 24 hours pacing, or alternating between attempting to exercise (ha!) and attempting to lay down and sleep (hah!), or taking fistfuls of Vistaril/BuSpar/Valerian Root capsules/Melatonin/Chamomile. That terrifying, painful, horrible, completely fucked up experience is the entire reason I refuse to even THINK about stopping again until I have a script for benzos - a STRONG one - and possibly even a muscle relaxant in my hand.
Hopefully that will be sometime this week when I see my doctor. I wish so badly that detox was still an option, but I can't afford to go back again. I learned my lesson. I really, truly did. Those withdrawals are something I NEVER want to experience again. I can power through the rest... give me the bone and muscle aches, the sleeplessness, the runs, the stomach cramps, the yawning and watery eyes, the runny nose, even the RLS and waking up drenched in a cold sweat... I just CAN'T deal with such a level of anxiety again. I'm fucking TERRIFIED of being caught off guard, running out of opiates, and not being able to get more just because of the out of control anxiety alone. I'm not sure even a benzo/muscle relaxant/Seroquel combo would help... the anxiety was too extreme... but if it could even make a DENT in it... then that's all I can ask for... I just want to make it through the first few days of withdrawal so I can walk away and never, ever look back.
I'm scared... terrified, really, of having to go through that again. I seriously tried EVERYTHING at the time. I took every anti-anxiety med in sight whether it be prescription, OTC, and natural... even a combo of all of the above didn't help. I tried exercising on our treadmill, but the fatigue won out after only a couple of steps. I played with my dogs. I listened to music. I watched funny videos on YouTube. I paced back and forth. I probably laid down on my bed about a million times in an attempt to just sleep through it, only to get back up right away. I even had my mom rub my back for a solid ten minutes or so, just like she did when I was a kid. That, and soaking in a hot bath, were the ONLY two things that managed to barely scratch the surface. The slight downshift in anxiety was a blessing, don't get me wrong, but it was so slight that I was still in a Constant State Of Pure Agony. I found some relief with taking a combo of Seroquel and Neurontin together, at which point I was able to knock out for a good 6 hours... but I woke up with even worse anxiety than before, and so that was not an option again. I think I might have already said that... if so, I apologize for repeating myself.
Sorry this is so long, but DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS, I had no idea that tiny little me was even capable of producing SO MUCH anxiety. NO ONE should EVER have to experience that!! I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I found myself thinking several times that it would be the perfect method of torture for people trying to get information out of POW's. It was intense.
Long story short though, I need some help, or some encouragement. Anything that could possibly help me get through that inhumane level of anxiety, should I have to go through it again (God forbid), is extremely welcome. Even if it's something that might help only barely a little bit, I'm open to trying it out. Honestly, I don't know how I managed to deal with that fucking brand of TORTURE for even just a couple of hours. I only got to the 24 hour mark through sheer power of will and ironclad determination... but it got to be too much... even white knuckling it and telling myself it's only temporary, I couldn't do it. But if anyone has ANY suggestions... then maybe I'll finally be able to find that perfect combo of somethings that gives me JUST enough relief to make it past that 24 hour mark and through the following 72-96...
Also, if anyone knows, at what point does the anxiety and restlessness symptom start to get better? Does it gradually get better with the rest of the symptoms after the 4 day mark or so, or does it hang on longer than the rest, seeing as how much of it is psychological? I know anxiety and restlessness have their niche in the physiological realm as well - if I had any doubts about that before, they're gone now! - but from what I understand, MOST of it is still psychological. Or is that untrue when it comes to withdrawal? It seems like it could be... I mean, if it was purely psychological, then theoretically speaking, I should have been able to bring myself back down... right?
I don't know. But any words of encouragement and especially advice is MUCH APPRECIATED!! Thanks

Well, I was NOT strong enough to do "just one". I did much more than "just one". And so I went back on Suboxone, and kept myself on it for FAR too long, much longer than the detox center and rehab had me on... and I paid for that mistake ten times over when I ran out of Suboxone, had no way to get more dope, and withdrawal was inevitable. I was totally not expecting what happened next. I was naive enough to think that they wouldn't be that bad as long as I took my Vistaril, and BuSpar, and Neurontin, and Seroquel, and vitamins, and etc. Except even with those first three anxiety meds, I couldn't deal with it. The anxiety was bad... so, so bad. It would build and build until I honestly thought I would explode. I felt like I was going insane. I was having violent tremors, shaking horribly, I couldn't even pick up a glass of water without dropping it. And it never let up. I can't even put into words how utterly terrible it was, but it was certainly the most physically traumatizing thing I've ever been through. I didn't even make it to the 36 hour mark. I dealt with it by just trying to white-knuckle it for about 24 hours, at which point I could NOT take it anymore and I caved. Found a way to get some dope. Now, once again, I am sticking a needle in my arm just to avoid ever having to go through that again. I'm absolutely TERRIFIED of it. I can't do it... I just can't... there's no way in hell. I think I'm still traumatized from it actually. I probably sound like I'm exaggerating... I wish I was... but it was truly impossible. A person would have to be made of STEEL to make it through an entire week, or even a few days of that. The only thing that provided SOME relief was the combo of Neurontin + Seroquel, which put me to sleep for a couple of hours... except I woke up with even WORSE anxiety. And then, of course, after that I was afraid to go to sleep. I think I probably spent the entire 24 hours pacing, or alternating between attempting to exercise (ha!) and attempting to lay down and sleep (hah!), or taking fistfuls of Vistaril/BuSpar/Valerian Root capsules/Melatonin/Chamomile. That terrifying, painful, horrible, completely fucked up experience is the entire reason I refuse to even THINK about stopping again until I have a script for benzos - a STRONG one - and possibly even a muscle relaxant in my hand.
Hopefully that will be sometime this week when I see my doctor. I wish so badly that detox was still an option, but I can't afford to go back again. I learned my lesson. I really, truly did. Those withdrawals are something I NEVER want to experience again. I can power through the rest... give me the bone and muscle aches, the sleeplessness, the runs, the stomach cramps, the yawning and watery eyes, the runny nose, even the RLS and waking up drenched in a cold sweat... I just CAN'T deal with such a level of anxiety again. I'm fucking TERRIFIED of being caught off guard, running out of opiates, and not being able to get more just because of the out of control anxiety alone. I'm not sure even a benzo/muscle relaxant/Seroquel combo would help... the anxiety was too extreme... but if it could even make a DENT in it... then that's all I can ask for... I just want to make it through the first few days of withdrawal so I can walk away and never, ever look back.
I'm scared... terrified, really, of having to go through that again. I seriously tried EVERYTHING at the time. I took every anti-anxiety med in sight whether it be prescription, OTC, and natural... even a combo of all of the above didn't help. I tried exercising on our treadmill, but the fatigue won out after only a couple of steps. I played with my dogs. I listened to music. I watched funny videos on YouTube. I paced back and forth. I probably laid down on my bed about a million times in an attempt to just sleep through it, only to get back up right away. I even had my mom rub my back for a solid ten minutes or so, just like she did when I was a kid. That, and soaking in a hot bath, were the ONLY two things that managed to barely scratch the surface. The slight downshift in anxiety was a blessing, don't get me wrong, but it was so slight that I was still in a Constant State Of Pure Agony. I found some relief with taking a combo of Seroquel and Neurontin together, at which point I was able to knock out for a good 6 hours... but I woke up with even worse anxiety than before, and so that was not an option again. I think I might have already said that... if so, I apologize for repeating myself.
Sorry this is so long, but DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS, I had no idea that tiny little me was even capable of producing SO MUCH anxiety. NO ONE should EVER have to experience that!! I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I found myself thinking several times that it would be the perfect method of torture for people trying to get information out of POW's. It was intense.
Long story short though, I need some help, or some encouragement. Anything that could possibly help me get through that inhumane level of anxiety, should I have to go through it again (God forbid), is extremely welcome. Even if it's something that might help only barely a little bit, I'm open to trying it out. Honestly, I don't know how I managed to deal with that fucking brand of TORTURE for even just a couple of hours. I only got to the 24 hour mark through sheer power of will and ironclad determination... but it got to be too much... even white knuckling it and telling myself it's only temporary, I couldn't do it. But if anyone has ANY suggestions... then maybe I'll finally be able to find that perfect combo of somethings that gives me JUST enough relief to make it past that 24 hour mark and through the following 72-96...
Also, if anyone knows, at what point does the anxiety and restlessness symptom start to get better? Does it gradually get better with the rest of the symptoms after the 4 day mark or so, or does it hang on longer than the rest, seeing as how much of it is psychological? I know anxiety and restlessness have their niche in the physiological realm as well - if I had any doubts about that before, they're gone now! - but from what I understand, MOST of it is still psychological. Or is that untrue when it comes to withdrawal? It seems like it could be... I mean, if it was purely psychological, then theoretically speaking, I should have been able to bring myself back down... right?
I don't know. But any words of encouragement and especially advice is MUCH APPRECIATED!! Thanks


