DrexelSpivey
Greenlighter
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- Dec 18, 2015
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About 13 years ago, I kicked heroin and built a great life. A couple of months ago, about the end of October, I had an accident, broke a bunch of bones and wound up on pain medication. It's prescribed, but it woke up the beast, and I feel it on the verge of spiraling out of control. After two months of daily opiate use — around 40mg a day of hydrocodone, often less — I'm down to 4 5mg pills. I don't want any more. I'm still recovering from the accident, but the pain is bearable. The biggest thing is that fucking monster inside. It knows the pills are about to run out, and I feel this impending tsunami of panic on the horizon. I know it's bullshit, but it's so fucking hard to step out of the shadow of that beast and look at it rationally and logically. The panic is getting in the way of daily life, of interactions with my family, of my job. I'm pissed at myself, scared and fighting off some PTSD, because I KNOW that 40mg a day for a couple of months is not going to be anywhere near as severe as kicking heroin — every time I tried that, I couldn't do it on my own and wound up in detox or rehab. So I KNOW it's not going to be that bad. It's the obsession that worries me, because I know it leads to compulsion ... to the point that I found myself eyeballing my neighbor's house the other day, knowing where he keeps his spare key, wondering what he might have in his medicine cabinet. That's the sort of craziness that's going on. I just need someplace to vent and maybe get some support, and everyone here seems very cool. I apologize if I'm posting to the wrong forum or anything; I just registered for this site.

