Electrocali
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Hello,
I don't really know how to begin so I will just start with some context as to where I'm coming from..
I'm a 26 year old male that had been using opiates for about 8-9 years with probably a cumulative 12-16 months of sobriety scattered throughout (no longer than 4 months continuously). The first thing I tried was an original OC 80 insufflated. I had no prior opiate experience and although I had basically overdosed and was literally scratching my skin off for 12 hours, there was something about the mindset it put me in that I immediately fell in love with. I became addicted to the idea that I was a better friend, worker, and human being while on opiates. They give/gave me unlimited confidence, energy, and my anxiety for everything fell away into nonexistence. The reason I have expounded on my thought process in relation to opiates is because this is why I relapse time and time again. As I get reintegrated back into "normal" life, I feel inadequate. I feel like I should be better. I feel like I lost my identity, my shield, my armor, and my sword. I apologize if I'm being a bit over the top. But I am hoping someone can connect.
Now, as to where I am today...
I am currently on day 15 of cold turkey withdrawals from oxymorphone/Opana. My addiction and tolerance progressed to the point of being absolutely unsustainable and I've lost everything. And I mean everything. I switched from oxycodone to opana about 3 1/2 years ago because the 30s were too expensive and I knew I got more from opana per dollar. Originally, I was only doing 40 mg a day. I was making good money and was doing very well for myself as a young professional. So, I started buying two a day. And I sustained at 60-80 mg a day there for a good 16 months. I was broke from spending 120$/day, but I sure had a lot of energy and was exceeding expectations in a new sales position. I then hit my first whale sale. I made 12,000$ in one commission. Thank God, I've got some breathing room.. right? Wrong. I spent it all in a bit over a week between drugs, gambling, and living in the moment. I had to stop. I told my family my biggest secret. They probably already knew in the back of their mind, but they always believe the best in me no matter what is right in front of them. And I was doing "well" as a 23 year old. Anyways, went to rehab for 2 months and stayed clean for another and some change. I then decided I should move back home to the south since where I relocated to in the DMV area was obviously bad for me. Wrong. I'm bad for me. Pills are bad for me.
Wherever you go, there you are..
The second day I was home my childhood best friend got a call that he took sketchily. He then asked me knowing full well my position, "Do you mind if I go grab some hydros?" Nope! Hydros! Psssshhh. Man, that's not even a relapse I thought to myself. I'll grab a handful as well. Off to the races. I found an oxycodone plug in a matter of days for the time being, and searched out a new Panda Man. I found the opana plug in about 2 months, and he had my all too familiar G74 40 mg Opana on deck everyday. He never ran out. For 2 years...
My addiction reached new heights. I mean lows. I won't be super specific about these past 2 years as this first post is already way too long, but for the last six months I was doing an average of 4-6 40 mg opana a day. I woke up and snorted 120$. I had a 400-500$/day habit. And the worst part was that would only get me to normal. I had to spend extra on weed and other substances plus extra opana to actually get high. If I'm being honest, it was the best two years of my life. Once again, I won't go into specifics, but I had a lot of money at my disposal, freedom to do whatever I wanted, and I wasn't even working. If I could sustain that two years without consequences for the rest of my life I would sign that dotted line. But, I know that's not possible. I've tried every single possible way. I'm a drug addict. I once again lost it all. Blew through 200,000$ in less than 2 years. Lost my girl, most of my friends, my pets, my home, and my hope. I did things towards the end out of pure desperation that I never thought I was capable of. I stole thousands from my family and did other things that I told myself I would never do. I'm disgusted with myself and I am imprisoned in this addiction.
I don't fucking want this anymore.
I'm going to wrap this up now. I'm 15 days into cold turkey withdrawal from a 200+ mg/day opana habit. It has been absolute hell. *List symptoms*, but the worst is the RL mother fuckin S. I have been taking Imodium. But imodium doesn't help me get sleep, in fact I believe the more that I took the worse my RLS became. I started with 20 loperamide and now I am only taking 4 every couple of days for my psyche to be honest. I still feel like absolute shit and haven't slept more than 2 hours continuously. The first week I slept a total of 5 hours. It's getting better but it sure is creeeeeeping along. I'm so depressed and bored that I don't want to quit typing this because I have nothing to do next. I'm ultra depressed and my only rule right now is to not use drugs. I can't see the light and I just need some suggestions as to how I can speed up my recovery. Resources as to how I can deal with the PAWS. And probably most of all some encouragement. Almost everyday I'm berated by my loved ones as to how much of a piece of shit I am for what I've done. And I'm starting to really believe it. I'm expected to be positive and to "take control of my life". I'm told I'm selfish and making excuses when I try to explain my addiction. Nobody understands. I've read these boards for my entire opiatic journey and never once posted because I never felt a need to. But I need some help. I'm really sorry for the long post. I just am trying to convey my mindset the best I can. It's bleek. I know.
Thank you all for unknowingly helping me with so many questions throughout the years and thank you for taking time to read this. I'll be here.
I appreciate any response.
I don't really know how to begin so I will just start with some context as to where I'm coming from..
I'm a 26 year old male that had been using opiates for about 8-9 years with probably a cumulative 12-16 months of sobriety scattered throughout (no longer than 4 months continuously). The first thing I tried was an original OC 80 insufflated. I had no prior opiate experience and although I had basically overdosed and was literally scratching my skin off for 12 hours, there was something about the mindset it put me in that I immediately fell in love with. I became addicted to the idea that I was a better friend, worker, and human being while on opiates. They give/gave me unlimited confidence, energy, and my anxiety for everything fell away into nonexistence. The reason I have expounded on my thought process in relation to opiates is because this is why I relapse time and time again. As I get reintegrated back into "normal" life, I feel inadequate. I feel like I should be better. I feel like I lost my identity, my shield, my armor, and my sword. I apologize if I'm being a bit over the top. But I am hoping someone can connect.
Now, as to where I am today...
I am currently on day 15 of cold turkey withdrawals from oxymorphone/Opana. My addiction and tolerance progressed to the point of being absolutely unsustainable and I've lost everything. And I mean everything. I switched from oxycodone to opana about 3 1/2 years ago because the 30s were too expensive and I knew I got more from opana per dollar. Originally, I was only doing 40 mg a day. I was making good money and was doing very well for myself as a young professional. So, I started buying two a day. And I sustained at 60-80 mg a day there for a good 16 months. I was broke from spending 120$/day, but I sure had a lot of energy and was exceeding expectations in a new sales position. I then hit my first whale sale. I made 12,000$ in one commission. Thank God, I've got some breathing room.. right? Wrong. I spent it all in a bit over a week between drugs, gambling, and living in the moment. I had to stop. I told my family my biggest secret. They probably already knew in the back of their mind, but they always believe the best in me no matter what is right in front of them. And I was doing "well" as a 23 year old. Anyways, went to rehab for 2 months and stayed clean for another and some change. I then decided I should move back home to the south since where I relocated to in the DMV area was obviously bad for me. Wrong. I'm bad for me. Pills are bad for me.
Wherever you go, there you are..
The second day I was home my childhood best friend got a call that he took sketchily. He then asked me knowing full well my position, "Do you mind if I go grab some hydros?" Nope! Hydros! Psssshhh. Man, that's not even a relapse I thought to myself. I'll grab a handful as well. Off to the races. I found an oxycodone plug in a matter of days for the time being, and searched out a new Panda Man. I found the opana plug in about 2 months, and he had my all too familiar G74 40 mg Opana on deck everyday. He never ran out. For 2 years...
My addiction reached new heights. I mean lows. I won't be super specific about these past 2 years as this first post is already way too long, but for the last six months I was doing an average of 4-6 40 mg opana a day. I woke up and snorted 120$. I had a 400-500$/day habit. And the worst part was that would only get me to normal. I had to spend extra on weed and other substances plus extra opana to actually get high. If I'm being honest, it was the best two years of my life. Once again, I won't go into specifics, but I had a lot of money at my disposal, freedom to do whatever I wanted, and I wasn't even working. If I could sustain that two years without consequences for the rest of my life I would sign that dotted line. But, I know that's not possible. I've tried every single possible way. I'm a drug addict. I once again lost it all. Blew through 200,000$ in less than 2 years. Lost my girl, most of my friends, my pets, my home, and my hope. I did things towards the end out of pure desperation that I never thought I was capable of. I stole thousands from my family and did other things that I told myself I would never do. I'm disgusted with myself and I am imprisoned in this addiction.
I don't fucking want this anymore.
I'm going to wrap this up now. I'm 15 days into cold turkey withdrawal from a 200+ mg/day opana habit. It has been absolute hell. *List symptoms*, but the worst is the RL mother fuckin S. I have been taking Imodium. But imodium doesn't help me get sleep, in fact I believe the more that I took the worse my RLS became. I started with 20 loperamide and now I am only taking 4 every couple of days for my psyche to be honest. I still feel like absolute shit and haven't slept more than 2 hours continuously. The first week I slept a total of 5 hours. It's getting better but it sure is creeeeeeping along. I'm so depressed and bored that I don't want to quit typing this because I have nothing to do next. I'm ultra depressed and my only rule right now is to not use drugs. I can't see the light and I just need some suggestions as to how I can speed up my recovery. Resources as to how I can deal with the PAWS. And probably most of all some encouragement. Almost everyday I'm berated by my loved ones as to how much of a piece of shit I am for what I've done. And I'm starting to really believe it. I'm expected to be positive and to "take control of my life". I'm told I'm selfish and making excuses when I try to explain my addiction. Nobody understands. I've read these boards for my entire opiatic journey and never once posted because I never felt a need to. But I need some help. I'm really sorry for the long post. I just am trying to convey my mindset the best I can. It's bleek. I know.
Thank you all for unknowingly helping me with so many questions throughout the years and thank you for taking time to read this. I'll be here.
I appreciate any response.
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