MetaKnightmare
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I am gonna try to keep this short, but I am stressing hard right now and I need to vent. Anyone that makes it through my wall of text and feels the need to give support or advice, know that it is very appreciated.
I'll spare everyone the immense list of details of my history. I'm not special, I'm just like every other 24 year old drug addict. My story is similar. I started in high school, it has spiraled out of control, I'm lucky to be alive and out of jail. All that.
I've had two different runs on Suboxone. Unlike many others, after everything I still feel like it can be an asset if used and taken properly. I was on it for two years after hitting my personal rock bottom, and life took an immediate upswing. I was living on my own, got a great job, everything was going so well.
My boss gave me the opportunity to move down to Florida, about 10 hours away, for a promotion. I was ecstatic. And even though I knew deep down I wasn't ready, I decided to move, start this new job, AND quit the subs all together. Smart huh? I did my taper properly and all, but still, that's a tough thing to do alone, much less alongside everything else.
It didn't take long for me to realize I couldn't live that way long. After a few days I decided to try Kratom to help me get through it. Surprise surprise, I traded one addiction for another. After a few more months, I decided to get back on Suboxone in order to get my mind and spirit in the right place to live a clean life, which truly is my ultimate goal.
Fast forward a few more months, and the location I am working at now is closing. I am offered another position, but I wasn't wanting to move even further away from my family. So instead, I decide to move back in with my parents, just for a year or so, to finish school, work, and reconnect with them. As if I learned nothing the first time, and with a little added pressure from my dad, I try and remove Suboxone from my life again right after moving back up.
Now, where I live now, Kratom is not accessible. Ordering it isn't an option, as my dad is constantly pressuring me to be substance free. The issue is, after just a couple of weeks sub-free, the inner demon inside got the best of me.
This part I'm ashamed to even discuss on here, much less with anyone in person...
After researching it all over the Internet, I stupidly decided one day to try Loperamide, aka Immodium. I don't want this to be a debate about the BBB and whatnot, that's not the point. The fact is, for me it works. I can get high from it. And I did. Like an idiot.
As if my life just jumped ahead, I've now been taking ridiculously high doses of Lope for almost 4 months. I can't stop. I've tried. And I just can't. It's right there. At Walmart, at every pharmacy, it's everywhere. And it's cheap. I can't take the withdrawals without caving in and getting more, every single freaking time.
So last week, I had a private meltdown in my car. I am so miserable. This shit, this lope, it's killing me. Literally, I know it is. Things have changed. My muscles are weak, I shake constantly when I'm on it, my heart rate is constantly slowed... And I just feel terrible overall. All the time.
It's so stupid. This shit is killing me, and yet I can't go two days without taking more. It's only a matter of time before my heart does something wonky and, if I'm lucky, I wake up in the hospital. I just know it.
So, when I had this brief awakening moment, I knew the only option I truly have of stopping this nasty shit is to take a third swing at subs. I've got an appointment set up on my only day off this week, in two days. It's my only chance of kicking this shit. Until then, I'm taking as little lope as I can to effectively do my job.
So, I'm stressing hard about the conversation I have to have tomorrow night with my parents about this. I'm going to tell them everything. (Everything being the fact that I've been taking Lope for 4 months, my entire addiction isn't a secret or anything) Some details I should hammer out. First of all, I'm self supporting. I pay all of my own bills, including student loans for a degree I didn't finish, for reasons you can probably guess. So the appointments, the medication, everything that my insurance doesn't cover I will pay for in its entirety. I won't be asking for financial support to do this. In fact, I won't be asking for anything really, just their support... I'm just dreading it so much. My parents and I have been through a lot obviously. They are amazing people who have stuck with me, and all I want to do is make them proud and kick this and live a normal life.
But at this point, I'm scared for my life. I've tried so hard to get through the withdrawals, but it's just too hard with it so easily accessible. And I'm fully aware that every time I take it could be my last day. Getting back on Suboxone is my only hope right now, and that's what I want them to understand. I have a job I can't afford to lose, I absolutely have to have the money. Not to mention it's a great opportunity for the future.
I have been in and out of AA and NA, but never fully worked the steps. I always felt okay on subs, never worried too much about life after them...
But I see things differently now. Once I stabilize and get off the lope, I am going to hit the meetings hard. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I never have to take this demon of a substance again...
The only thing I dread the most is having this conversation. Again, my situation is that I'm 24 and living with them. But they do not support me financially, other than the fact that I live under their roof. I buy groceries and pay for dinner now and then too. And I don't need their money to get back on subs again, only their support.
But I dread their reaction... My dad has caught me in so many lies over the years. And you know us addicts are experts at lying, to a fault. He's finally begun to trust me again over the past few years, and has always told me that there's nothing I can't openly and honestly come to him with that we can't handle together...
I hope he means that.
Sorry again for the long post. If you managed to read it all and have anything at all to say, even if it's how stupid and terrible of a person I am, let me have it. I deserve that if nothing else. I know this story is a bit all over the place. I'm just panicked. I know I have to get off this junk, and Wednesday just can't come soon enough.
One final word. If ANYONE out there reads this and is even remotely considering trying to take high doses of lope for a cheap, easy high.... I BEG you not to. I promise you, from one addict to another, it's NOT worth it. I'd do anything to go back in time and never touch the crap. It's horrible. The high isn't even a high anymore. My muscles ache and are weak, I have bouts of shaking, my eyes have trouble focusing, and I just have this terrible feeling of anxiety inside me that assures me that if I don't stop taking it, I won't live much longer.
And that's when I'm on it. I won't even get into how nasty the withdrawals are. This shit is not to be messed with. Everyone please just stay away from it. Please.
If anyone has any advice on how to broach this subject with my family, please share. I could use any advice/support/kind words from anyone right now...
Thanks for reading.
I'll spare everyone the immense list of details of my history. I'm not special, I'm just like every other 24 year old drug addict. My story is similar. I started in high school, it has spiraled out of control, I'm lucky to be alive and out of jail. All that.
I've had two different runs on Suboxone. Unlike many others, after everything I still feel like it can be an asset if used and taken properly. I was on it for two years after hitting my personal rock bottom, and life took an immediate upswing. I was living on my own, got a great job, everything was going so well.
My boss gave me the opportunity to move down to Florida, about 10 hours away, for a promotion. I was ecstatic. And even though I knew deep down I wasn't ready, I decided to move, start this new job, AND quit the subs all together. Smart huh? I did my taper properly and all, but still, that's a tough thing to do alone, much less alongside everything else.
It didn't take long for me to realize I couldn't live that way long. After a few days I decided to try Kratom to help me get through it. Surprise surprise, I traded one addiction for another. After a few more months, I decided to get back on Suboxone in order to get my mind and spirit in the right place to live a clean life, which truly is my ultimate goal.
Fast forward a few more months, and the location I am working at now is closing. I am offered another position, but I wasn't wanting to move even further away from my family. So instead, I decide to move back in with my parents, just for a year or so, to finish school, work, and reconnect with them. As if I learned nothing the first time, and with a little added pressure from my dad, I try and remove Suboxone from my life again right after moving back up.
Now, where I live now, Kratom is not accessible. Ordering it isn't an option, as my dad is constantly pressuring me to be substance free. The issue is, after just a couple of weeks sub-free, the inner demon inside got the best of me.
This part I'm ashamed to even discuss on here, much less with anyone in person...
After researching it all over the Internet, I stupidly decided one day to try Loperamide, aka Immodium. I don't want this to be a debate about the BBB and whatnot, that's not the point. The fact is, for me it works. I can get high from it. And I did. Like an idiot.
As if my life just jumped ahead, I've now been taking ridiculously high doses of Lope for almost 4 months. I can't stop. I've tried. And I just can't. It's right there. At Walmart, at every pharmacy, it's everywhere. And it's cheap. I can't take the withdrawals without caving in and getting more, every single freaking time.
So last week, I had a private meltdown in my car. I am so miserable. This shit, this lope, it's killing me. Literally, I know it is. Things have changed. My muscles are weak, I shake constantly when I'm on it, my heart rate is constantly slowed... And I just feel terrible overall. All the time.
It's so stupid. This shit is killing me, and yet I can't go two days without taking more. It's only a matter of time before my heart does something wonky and, if I'm lucky, I wake up in the hospital. I just know it.
So, when I had this brief awakening moment, I knew the only option I truly have of stopping this nasty shit is to take a third swing at subs. I've got an appointment set up on my only day off this week, in two days. It's my only chance of kicking this shit. Until then, I'm taking as little lope as I can to effectively do my job.
So, I'm stressing hard about the conversation I have to have tomorrow night with my parents about this. I'm going to tell them everything. (Everything being the fact that I've been taking Lope for 4 months, my entire addiction isn't a secret or anything) Some details I should hammer out. First of all, I'm self supporting. I pay all of my own bills, including student loans for a degree I didn't finish, for reasons you can probably guess. So the appointments, the medication, everything that my insurance doesn't cover I will pay for in its entirety. I won't be asking for financial support to do this. In fact, I won't be asking for anything really, just their support... I'm just dreading it so much. My parents and I have been through a lot obviously. They are amazing people who have stuck with me, and all I want to do is make them proud and kick this and live a normal life.
But at this point, I'm scared for my life. I've tried so hard to get through the withdrawals, but it's just too hard with it so easily accessible. And I'm fully aware that every time I take it could be my last day. Getting back on Suboxone is my only hope right now, and that's what I want them to understand. I have a job I can't afford to lose, I absolutely have to have the money. Not to mention it's a great opportunity for the future.
I have been in and out of AA and NA, but never fully worked the steps. I always felt okay on subs, never worried too much about life after them...
But I see things differently now. Once I stabilize and get off the lope, I am going to hit the meetings hard. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I never have to take this demon of a substance again...
The only thing I dread the most is having this conversation. Again, my situation is that I'm 24 and living with them. But they do not support me financially, other than the fact that I live under their roof. I buy groceries and pay for dinner now and then too. And I don't need their money to get back on subs again, only their support.
But I dread their reaction... My dad has caught me in so many lies over the years. And you know us addicts are experts at lying, to a fault. He's finally begun to trust me again over the past few years, and has always told me that there's nothing I can't openly and honestly come to him with that we can't handle together...
I hope he means that.
Sorry again for the long post. If you managed to read it all and have anything at all to say, even if it's how stupid and terrible of a person I am, let me have it. I deserve that if nothing else. I know this story is a bit all over the place. I'm just panicked. I know I have to get off this junk, and Wednesday just can't come soon enough.
One final word. If ANYONE out there reads this and is even remotely considering trying to take high doses of lope for a cheap, easy high.... I BEG you not to. I promise you, from one addict to another, it's NOT worth it. I'd do anything to go back in time and never touch the crap. It's horrible. The high isn't even a high anymore. My muscles ache and are weak, I have bouts of shaking, my eyes have trouble focusing, and I just have this terrible feeling of anxiety inside me that assures me that if I don't stop taking it, I won't live much longer.
And that's when I'm on it. I won't even get into how nasty the withdrawals are. This shit is not to be messed with. Everyone please just stay away from it. Please.
If anyone has any advice on how to broach this subject with my family, please share. I could use any advice/support/kind words from anyone right now...
Thanks for reading.