You can take lexapro, lyrica or a weak benzo, and even modafinil for the lethargy.
If I find out this works then I'd effectively be able to quit opiates any time I want really and just go straight on paws meds. For me it would almost be like I was never even on opiates... thats why I really really NEED to find out more about this. And if I DO find out this works, smackncheese is getting a nice fucking gift in the mail as far as I'm concerned.
Sweet!! I really hope this works for you, Bojangles. :D As for the PAWS, I've been smoking a bowl of White Rhino in the A.M. and one before winding down for bed, and it actually takes the edge off a lot. It's also been helping my body and mind to push myself to go through the motions of being a regular person, i.e. taking care of my health and body by taking vitamins, eating right, getting a good bit of exercise, etc. It's amazing, how many small steps such as these were left out of my daily routine when I was using a lot. Exercise has been a key player in my recovery process. Taking long walks in the hills has been a good energizer as well as de-stresser for me. It also seems to help with the leg discomfort a lot when they start getting restless.
As to your question about whether or not I am on subs, that's a no. I haven't taken any since the day I stopped. The way I see it, why take something I don't need, if they could possibly help someone else? The pills I have left will be given to my few remaining addicted friends when they feel like they are ready.
The OP talks about quitting and becoming human again but still shoots up. doesn't sound like someone in control or sound of mind.
^ Actually I
don't shoot up anymore... But thanks for the support.
I've been doing good and really want to stay that way. I feel a lot more in control of my mind than I have for years. I'm not always a ray of sunshine these days, but the clouds are clearing each forward step I take.
was puking everything I drank and pissing out my ass every half hour. accidently let a little juice go in my pants while throwing up in a trashcan twice last night. embarrassing, but I know I'm not the only one this has happened to.
Ugh. Bodily functions are an unbearable son of an abomination, eh?
sounds like some shitty dope you were getting or you drew and extremely lucky straw. there's going to be next to noone with the same kind of experience around here. a lot of OD demographics are younger naive users first getting into opiates or those that have been using them for long(er) period of time. saying that there is a share of clean people but not anywhere near the number of current users or dependent users.
personally i find it hard to believe but i'm not discrediting you.
I find it hard to believe as well! Honestly, I didn't post this for a long time, or really share this news with anyone, because I almost didn't believe it myself. I know it sounds too good to be true. I didn't post this with the intention of telling everyone I 'found the magic cure.' Everyone's bodies and minds are different, and what worked for me may very well not work for most anyone else out there.. I'm just sayin' it worked for my boyfriend and me, plain and simple, and if someone else would like to try this (and can tolerate precipitated withdrawals without freaking out and doing something stupid, for harm reduction's sake!) then I would be curious to see the result. I used my boyfriend as sort of a test subject to see if these results had anything to them, and it seemed to do him okay as well, which gives me hope for other addicts that are ready to stop but can't stomach the sickness. Oh, and in reference to the comment about the dope I was using, I was getting powder Mexican brown.. so not the best shit on the planet, but certainly nothing too shabby, just FYI. My best guess is the lucky straw thing.
No matter what it was that actually caused this to happen, I'm just thanking my lucky stars not to have to wake up every morning writhing and aching and pleading with the heavenly powers of the Universe to send me a lucky break so I can be care-free and well that day. Not even more than a couple weeks ago, I was living under a tree/on the bleachers in a park/in an alley in freezing fucking cold Denver. It was dangerous as hell, especially for a girl. I'm lucky enough to have a friend that cares for me enough to let me crash on his floor right now, since I've proved to him I've gotten clean. In the 3 years I've been physically addicted to smack, I have lost literally everything and everyone I ever called mine.
Thanks for your support so far, BL. Opioid addiction is a real bitch. Had I known the half of it, I would have never come so far down this road. It's nice to know I'm just not alone...
or you are just brain dead
It's not dead.. I think it's just in hibernation!! *pokes cold lifeless brain with a stick*
