I was a hardcore daily polydrug abuser by way of the needle for over 10 years. I have not had a shot of heroin, methamphetamine, or anything else for that matter in well over 6 months.
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Thanks for the supportive messages spacejunk, SixBuckets, Lil Snickette and Piscesgirl81 they mean a lot. I plan to start spending more time actively posting on Bluelight again, now that the "trigger effect" isn't so much of an issue. I've been around this place for a long time now and although I don't post a whole lot I still feel like AusDD is a home away from home - without it and the support of the Bluelight community, I doubt that I would be here typing this.
I just wanted to add to my original post that I am now around
16 months abstinent from intravenous drugs! That means no illegal drugs at all, by any ROA.
Also, I just celebrated on
1st July 2016:
12 months since I last consumed an alcoholic drink, after drinking for 15 years.
I am still on opioid maintenance therapy: Suboxone 4mg. I am still prescribed a benzo for anxiety: Lorazepam 1mg b.i.d. But for the first time I am taking both of these medications as per the prescribed dosage and route of administration, and I've been rewarded with both medications working very well for me. The buprenorphine is keeping me from being sick and supressing any cravings and is so subtle in its effect that I'm not nodding off during the day as I would be on methadone. The lorazepam again seems to work reasonably well as an anxiolytic without much sedation or inhibition. Being completely honest with my GP and doing the "right" thing ended up really paid off, we have formed a great rapport and at each appointment its obvious how proud he is that I have accomplished what I have. As he will tell you, we have a huge problem with mental health and drug abuse in my region and it is rarer than you would think that he has witnessed genuine successful recovery stories. Finding a decent GP in the first place is the challenge. By complete chance (fate) I finally found a genuine doctor that was willing to work with me, without judgement, open to my ideas and didn't expect me to jump through ridiculous hoops to retain my Suboxone prescription. In saying that, 80% of the battle was being completely honest (something I wasn't used to being with doctors, for obvious reasons

) in asking for help and showing him that I was willing to put in the effort. But by far the majority of GPs, and more specifically psychiatrists that I have met have been shockingly bad. I remember walking out of my most recent adventure with a psychiatrist before the session was over after he suggested that I start taking Naltrexone for my drinking, proceeded to write out a prescription, all the while telling him that I was taking Suboxone daily and had been for years and was pretty sure that would be contraindicated and that I would suffer precipitated withdrawal to which he said "No, no that's not the way it works at all." and this little beauty when I asked for a script of Valium to help deal with ceasing drinking: "Oh, no I can't do that - Valium isn't prescribed any more. Its considered an old and "dirty" drug. How about we try <insert obscure *new* experimental anti anxiety drug instead?" Umm, how about no?!

I worry for all the poor people afflicted with mental distress that end up blindly trusting some of these quack medical practitioners.
I do intend to conquer my opioid habit and stop taking benzodiazepines - but I'm taking it one step at a time. Patience really is a virtue.
I used to mix up my 8mg Suboxone strips towards the end of my IV usage and was having multiple 4mg shots daily of the vulgar smelling goopy orange liquid. Reusing old fits, way many more times than I would ever admit - and doing a half assed job of filtering the solution with a cotton (instead of picking up free micron filters at the exchange 10 minutes away). Just generally not giving a fuck.
I still had a raging opioid habit and had just found out that the girl that I had been engaged to for 7 years was sleeping with someone else. I had lost everything, and was living back at Mum & Dad's house, sleeping on the couch, broke, nearing 30 years old. I was at my lowest low. I started getting chest pains on account of whacking up bupe films, for the first time my veins started collapsing, I could feel my heart beating in my ears whenever my heart rate would raise slightly, I was having difficulty breathing and I pretty much felt like I was rapidly killing myself.
After pushing the limits with these substances (mainly heroin and methamphetamine intravenously), drinking spirits heavily off and on since 15 years old, recklessly abusing alprazolam to such a ridiculous extent that at one point I was taking 20 odd 2mg tablets twice daily, to stave off withdrawal, I suffered around 10 tonic clonic seizures (or grand mal seizures) as a result of the shock of detoxing from such a high dose of Xanax when we couldn't get any or enough..
To be perfectly honest, after everything that I've been through I am so so very surprised that I am actually alive. I
never thought that I could or would ever be free from heroin and its malignant, festering, desirous appetite for self destruction that chips away at your soul until there is nothing left. I feel like if I can do it, then anybody can do it. I know just how
clichéd that sounds, but I really truly mean it!
To anyone out there who is trapped in the perpetual, undignified, soul destroying, sadistically addictive Adults Only merry-go-round, that we call smack. Please don't let that flicker of hope that I know you cling to deep inside, ever become snuffed out by the monotony and misery of your present situation.. There is an out. There is an alternative. I never believed that to be true. But it is. I am here as proof of concept.
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