blacklight29
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Oct 27, 2016
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Last night I told my parents that I am addicted to Oxycodone and it rocked their world. My mom especially. The news completely blindsided her and I now feel extremely guilty for putting this kind of grief on them. They know the devastating effects of the addiction but they never suspected that I have ever touched a pill. I have been doing Oxycodone for a little less than 3 years now. As most everyone’s story begins, it started with just using recreationally on weekends and then in the last 2 years it has gotten pretty bad. I would go on stretches where I’d snort 120mg daily for 4-5 straight days. My job requires me to travel year round on the weekends so I would stop doing them for 3-4 days at a time then pick right back up and begin using again when I returned. I have tried to quit a hundred times over the last 2 years because I know that I am so fucked if I don’t. I am 27 years old. I have a great career. Never been arrested. Good reputation. No one else knows that I have this problem. I have everything going for me except the fact that I feel the need to snort Oxy when I am home. When I am on the road, I feel no need for it at all as I would have no way of getting it, but as soon as I hit the runway in my hometown, it’s like clockwork and my mind starts craving it. I am on Day 3 of being clean after telling myself I’ll never use again. I am going through horrible physical withdrawal as well as the mental torture of knowing that my parents now know about my problem. My mom is numb and totally in shock. I feel horrible that I told her this about me. Two years ago, I thought there was no way that it would come to the point where I’d have to tell her. We have a great relationship and she loves me so much. But she has the look of defeat in her eye now. Please tell me there is hope. I firmly believe I am never going to use again, but I am scared to death of myself because I know once the physical part is gone, the rubber hits the road with the mental and it’s going to take everything I have in me to finally rid myself of this disease forever. I have a knot in my stomach because part of me thinks that I am fucked for life.