Hello everyone, or anyone who is kind enough to take some time to read my posting. If your curious what my post is about but would rather skip my "life story" below lol, just skip to the last paragraph which sums up my main cry for helps day the reason I posted. Thank you again everyone!!!
Sorry For the length of this post, I know it's long but if anyone can relate to this or has answers or advice I am all ears, PLEASE AND THANK YOU IN ADVANCE, as IM ASKING FOR SOMEONES HELP!!) and again thank you so much for reading this,
in short I'm an addict who has wanted to quit abusing opiates, but have no "rock bottom" really that I feel like I've ever hit really, no real memory or reason to talk me out of using again because I don't have that story of losing everything, or being hospitalized etc. I was hoping for someone maybe to tell me what I can expect to happen to me one day if I keep up my bad behaviors, or how does an episode of liver or kidney or heart failure happen to someone abusing Oxy at the levels I was abusing, something to help me stay off the drugs once I am clean again.
Now because I haven't suffered from the loss many of you have, ( and please I hope I am not coming off as sounding snobby or superior or anything, I know that I am very very lucky so far, and I don't want to have the worst happened to me, but I don't know what to do) that same loss that has helped you remind yourself as to why you guys are quitting and to get your lives back on track...I don't have anything really bad that's happened that keeps me away.
My name is dan. I am 33 years old and own my own small construction company. I'm fairly fortunate enough to be what feels like a healthy person (excluding my addiction and I'm sure my organs aren't as healthy as I may think) but I suffer from no real physical pain, never had major surgeries, no mental health issues that I know of, my company is doing fairly well, I make pretty good money (enough to pay for a $400-$500 a day Oxy habit towards the last 6 months of my abuse at its worst) I don't have any real bad problems with my family, my relationships with my girlfriend, to friends and family are all relatively good. work is doing pretty well all things considered and am able to save money for retirement.
I have come clean a few years ago and broke down crying like a baby to my friends and family about my addiction to opiates, but because I'm a well functioning addict that sort of unfortunately, makes enough money to pay for as much as I want, no one really cared or just didn't really take it all that seriously. Hell I've even had my brother offer me a norco a year after telling him my addiction. (I turned down his offer, not because I had the will power, but because 1 nor I wouldn't have done anything to get me high, if fact his whole 30 pill script wouldn't have put a dent in my horrible Oxy habit)
. It started With Vicodin from a doctor for a rib Injury, but really it was cause I knew this was a doc with a loose pad and gave out drugs like candy. and it quickly escalated and ended with me buying 30 mg Oxy oills, morphing or even smoking fentynol patches off the street from multiple dealers. I never crossed over to heroin or needles though thank god.
I guess my problem here is that I think I am what you would call a highly functioning addict. When I came out to friends and family they were supportive of me but never mentioned it again to me because I guess on the surface everything seems to be ok with me. Girlfriend, friends, family, good job. All there. Deep down my depression and anxiety make me feels like I'm hanging on by a thread, and that's what makes me go back to the drug time and time again. Cause I feel like I deserve a good time to party, just one weekend I say, not enough to go back thru hell of wds, but a small dosage way low to see where my tolerance is at now.... Of course then I keep going as an addict does and relapse.
I have had some scares and some pretty irresponsible behaviors while abusing of course, some memory loss, and a LOT of money wasted. But nothing compared to so so so many of the stories I've read here. The stories I read on this site can break my heart, I sometimes cry when reading the stories on here of struggle and can empathize as I have been struggling to stay clean for 3 years now. To be quite honest, this website and the support and stories and listing are what many times keep me going sober in the past. I like knowing others know the hell and depression of wds. But like most know. The posi so is barely half the battle. For me it's the long game that I can't get past. The mental sadness and anxiety, the paws that hit you for months down the road, and the feeling that my motivation to thrive at work or keep my relationships truly healthy aren't there. My passion and motivation are gone. While deep down I know that continuing that path of sobriety is the answer to get it all back, I keep relapsing after a month or 2 or 3 cause that times feels like a lifetime and I always tell myself that I can do just one day and won't into wds again, "I'll be safe about it, but I just want that feeling of motivation and deep eauphoria even if just for one weekend, then I'll continue in the path"
while I know I am very lucky to have not had any bad complications or deep loss or deaths in my circle, I know I need help, or my luck may run out and am struggling to find answers. I went to a meeting but couldn't keep going I just could feel a connection with the members. I met with a counselor but again couldn't feel a connection or safe talking with them. It just didn't seem like I was talking with someone who truly understood my Symptoms like that way people on here seem to. If your wondering why I am posting, its because of that. I can't find the reason why not to pop a pill after 21 days of sobriety (today) and am not starting at a bottle of 40, 30 mg Oxy. that's right, I reached out to an old dealer and bought again. I've been starting at the kills for a few hours and think I'll just take one or two every hour till I know where my tolerance is at now, have a fun couple days over thanksgiving holiday, and I'll give the rest to a friend for safe keeping. BUT THIS CANT BE THE WAY! I'm not getting truly sober I'm just holding out is all, right???? Fuck!!
The truth is at my worst I was taking 10-12, 30mg blue little oxy pills in the morning, followed by the same dosage at lunch and again at dinner. That's correct. I was taking about 30-35 of the 30mg Oxy pills a day. I worked my way up to that, that amount was only for about 4-6 mo, and washed it all down with Xanax and whiskey, maybe an ambien and a muscle relaxer so I could "black out" and go to sleep.
What helped me stop taking the pills quite frankly was that I was running out of money to pay for this, and the posts I'd read on here about people losing everything and starting over sort of "scared me straight" every time I quit I go cold turkey, kind of my way of telling myself that this is what I deserve for being so irresponsible with my addiction....
but I must be a gluten for punishment because I manage to bear through the physical withdrawals, which for me seemed like absolute hell on earth, during which I would still have to run my company,(answer phones, schedule jobs for my techs, keep them on track, jump on jobs if they were falling behind etc etc) but I did so as much as possible and often from home on my bed in a sweaty shakey anxiety riddled ball if I could and didn't need to leave the house, with cold sweats and the worst of all the wds that you all know of. I even told my employees my addiction but since they didn't see any bounced checks or diminish in work quality they all just let me be, and again one of them even asked me months later if I knew where to get pain meds for their secre "back" problems. (I ended up calling my old dealer for pills, and started taking again, all the while I told the tech I couldn't help him, even made them all sign a drug free work policy w the possibility of random drug testing.... How embarrassingly hypocritical of me!)
Usually the physical parts has taken at least a couple weeks to about a month before I felt physically ok, but the anxiety and the depression would hit me so hard that id cry and cry and cry all day long and have to remind myself that it was just a symptom of withdrawals, nothing more. My severe depression and anxiety would make me doubt my job, my relationship to my friends, family, where I lived- everything. But once I made it thru that hell hole and finally start to see a glimmer of happiness and feeling like my old self again I'd tell my self I deserve a treat! Just one Sunday abusing or just a weekend bender....which always led to me abusing for a few months and then going through wds AGAIN.
I guess looking back I've never truly gotten out of the wd phase cause PAWS were still coming and going, and last just so damn long. I think that's what ultimately convinces me everytime to re abuse and start the cycle again. I'd say to my self "I've made it thru the physical part before I'll do it again" and to be honest, that first time was ABSOLUTE HELL, none have ever been that bad as I don't let my ha it get back up that high again and it never lasts more than a month or 2. But enough to get me hooked.
Really the only thing that has made me stop over and over again is that I don't quite make the money used to and it's quite embarrassing when I added up all the cash I wasted.
I'm sorry for this endless rant, maybe I just needed to vent my story was all, even if no one reads it, or posts advice, thank you for letting me post.
I guess to sum up, I'm a highly functioning Oxy addict and can't seem to find reasons or scares or close calls to remind myself to stay clean cause I've had no real issues with the drug so far, even at a very stupidly high dosages. Just mainly a lot of money wasted....which in the end doesn't seem to bother me all that much. What is wrong with me and why can't I stop?? Does anyone have something they could tell me about how an overdose episode happens, or a hospital trip could happen, or maybe something good to forward to if I stay the course? And skip the "fun" weekend... It sounds so so stupid but please help me tell myself a reason why I shouldn't relapse, considering I've never had a real problem in the past?
Thank you again for allowing me to post, my apologies if this post offended or came off as extremely naïve or ignorant, feel free to blast away and be as harsh as you like, I think I might need some tough love or advice or your story shared w me right now please!!!
Sorry For the length of this post, I know it's long but if anyone can relate to this or has answers or advice I am all ears, PLEASE AND THANK YOU IN ADVANCE, as IM ASKING FOR SOMEONES HELP!!) and again thank you so much for reading this,
in short I'm an addict who has wanted to quit abusing opiates, but have no "rock bottom" really that I feel like I've ever hit really, no real memory or reason to talk me out of using again because I don't have that story of losing everything, or being hospitalized etc. I was hoping for someone maybe to tell me what I can expect to happen to me one day if I keep up my bad behaviors, or how does an episode of liver or kidney or heart failure happen to someone abusing Oxy at the levels I was abusing, something to help me stay off the drugs once I am clean again.
Now because I haven't suffered from the loss many of you have, ( and please I hope I am not coming off as sounding snobby or superior or anything, I know that I am very very lucky so far, and I don't want to have the worst happened to me, but I don't know what to do) that same loss that has helped you remind yourself as to why you guys are quitting and to get your lives back on track...I don't have anything really bad that's happened that keeps me away.
My name is dan. I am 33 years old and own my own small construction company. I'm fairly fortunate enough to be what feels like a healthy person (excluding my addiction and I'm sure my organs aren't as healthy as I may think) but I suffer from no real physical pain, never had major surgeries, no mental health issues that I know of, my company is doing fairly well, I make pretty good money (enough to pay for a $400-$500 a day Oxy habit towards the last 6 months of my abuse at its worst) I don't have any real bad problems with my family, my relationships with my girlfriend, to friends and family are all relatively good. work is doing pretty well all things considered and am able to save money for retirement.
I have come clean a few years ago and broke down crying like a baby to my friends and family about my addiction to opiates, but because I'm a well functioning addict that sort of unfortunately, makes enough money to pay for as much as I want, no one really cared or just didn't really take it all that seriously. Hell I've even had my brother offer me a norco a year after telling him my addiction. (I turned down his offer, not because I had the will power, but because 1 nor I wouldn't have done anything to get me high, if fact his whole 30 pill script wouldn't have put a dent in my horrible Oxy habit)
. It started With Vicodin from a doctor for a rib Injury, but really it was cause I knew this was a doc with a loose pad and gave out drugs like candy. and it quickly escalated and ended with me buying 30 mg Oxy oills, morphing or even smoking fentynol patches off the street from multiple dealers. I never crossed over to heroin or needles though thank god.
I guess my problem here is that I think I am what you would call a highly functioning addict. When I came out to friends and family they were supportive of me but never mentioned it again to me because I guess on the surface everything seems to be ok with me. Girlfriend, friends, family, good job. All there. Deep down my depression and anxiety make me feels like I'm hanging on by a thread, and that's what makes me go back to the drug time and time again. Cause I feel like I deserve a good time to party, just one weekend I say, not enough to go back thru hell of wds, but a small dosage way low to see where my tolerance is at now.... Of course then I keep going as an addict does and relapse.
I have had some scares and some pretty irresponsible behaviors while abusing of course, some memory loss, and a LOT of money wasted. But nothing compared to so so so many of the stories I've read here. The stories I read on this site can break my heart, I sometimes cry when reading the stories on here of struggle and can empathize as I have been struggling to stay clean for 3 years now. To be quite honest, this website and the support and stories and listing are what many times keep me going sober in the past. I like knowing others know the hell and depression of wds. But like most know. The posi so is barely half the battle. For me it's the long game that I can't get past. The mental sadness and anxiety, the paws that hit you for months down the road, and the feeling that my motivation to thrive at work or keep my relationships truly healthy aren't there. My passion and motivation are gone. While deep down I know that continuing that path of sobriety is the answer to get it all back, I keep relapsing after a month or 2 or 3 cause that times feels like a lifetime and I always tell myself that I can do just one day and won't into wds again, "I'll be safe about it, but I just want that feeling of motivation and deep eauphoria even if just for one weekend, then I'll continue in the path"
while I know I am very lucky to have not had any bad complications or deep loss or deaths in my circle, I know I need help, or my luck may run out and am struggling to find answers. I went to a meeting but couldn't keep going I just could feel a connection with the members. I met with a counselor but again couldn't feel a connection or safe talking with them. It just didn't seem like I was talking with someone who truly understood my Symptoms like that way people on here seem to. If your wondering why I am posting, its because of that. I can't find the reason why not to pop a pill after 21 days of sobriety (today) and am not starting at a bottle of 40, 30 mg Oxy. that's right, I reached out to an old dealer and bought again. I've been starting at the kills for a few hours and think I'll just take one or two every hour till I know where my tolerance is at now, have a fun couple days over thanksgiving holiday, and I'll give the rest to a friend for safe keeping. BUT THIS CANT BE THE WAY! I'm not getting truly sober I'm just holding out is all, right???? Fuck!!
The truth is at my worst I was taking 10-12, 30mg blue little oxy pills in the morning, followed by the same dosage at lunch and again at dinner. That's correct. I was taking about 30-35 of the 30mg Oxy pills a day. I worked my way up to that, that amount was only for about 4-6 mo, and washed it all down with Xanax and whiskey, maybe an ambien and a muscle relaxer so I could "black out" and go to sleep.
What helped me stop taking the pills quite frankly was that I was running out of money to pay for this, and the posts I'd read on here about people losing everything and starting over sort of "scared me straight" every time I quit I go cold turkey, kind of my way of telling myself that this is what I deserve for being so irresponsible with my addiction....
but I must be a gluten for punishment because I manage to bear through the physical withdrawals, which for me seemed like absolute hell on earth, during which I would still have to run my company,(answer phones, schedule jobs for my techs, keep them on track, jump on jobs if they were falling behind etc etc) but I did so as much as possible and often from home on my bed in a sweaty shakey anxiety riddled ball if I could and didn't need to leave the house, with cold sweats and the worst of all the wds that you all know of. I even told my employees my addiction but since they didn't see any bounced checks or diminish in work quality they all just let me be, and again one of them even asked me months later if I knew where to get pain meds for their secre "back" problems. (I ended up calling my old dealer for pills, and started taking again, all the while I told the tech I couldn't help him, even made them all sign a drug free work policy w the possibility of random drug testing.... How embarrassingly hypocritical of me!)
Usually the physical parts has taken at least a couple weeks to about a month before I felt physically ok, but the anxiety and the depression would hit me so hard that id cry and cry and cry all day long and have to remind myself that it was just a symptom of withdrawals, nothing more. My severe depression and anxiety would make me doubt my job, my relationship to my friends, family, where I lived- everything. But once I made it thru that hell hole and finally start to see a glimmer of happiness and feeling like my old self again I'd tell my self I deserve a treat! Just one Sunday abusing or just a weekend bender....which always led to me abusing for a few months and then going through wds AGAIN.
I guess looking back I've never truly gotten out of the wd phase cause PAWS were still coming and going, and last just so damn long. I think that's what ultimately convinces me everytime to re abuse and start the cycle again. I'd say to my self "I've made it thru the physical part before I'll do it again" and to be honest, that first time was ABSOLUTE HELL, none have ever been that bad as I don't let my ha it get back up that high again and it never lasts more than a month or 2. But enough to get me hooked.
Really the only thing that has made me stop over and over again is that I don't quite make the money used to and it's quite embarrassing when I added up all the cash I wasted.
I'm sorry for this endless rant, maybe I just needed to vent my story was all, even if no one reads it, or posts advice, thank you for letting me post.
I guess to sum up, I'm a highly functioning Oxy addict and can't seem to find reasons or scares or close calls to remind myself to stay clean cause I've had no real issues with the drug so far, even at a very stupidly high dosages. Just mainly a lot of money wasted....which in the end doesn't seem to bother me all that much. What is wrong with me and why can't I stop?? Does anyone have something they could tell me about how an overdose episode happens, or a hospital trip could happen, or maybe something good to forward to if I stay the course? And skip the "fun" weekend... It sounds so so stupid but please help me tell myself a reason why I shouldn't relapse, considering I've never had a real problem in the past?
Thank you again for allowing me to post, my apologies if this post offended or came off as extremely naïve or ignorant, feel free to blast away and be as harsh as you like, I think I might need some tough love or advice or your story shared w me right now please!!!