Recently, my parents found me unconscious as a result of me abusing my medication, that being Soma, and they called 911. In all honesty, I make use of my prescribed medications a handful of times in a month, though it is not white and black, I would not label myself as an addict, nor would my therapist. I take my drugs, rid the contents of the bottles, and make on with my days, not a thought of compulsion in mind in the mean time, perhaps once the thought of a refill comes in mind, of course I can't but help but play the field.
Now it is time that i have to come clean to my neurologist, who has been one of the best doctors I've seen in a life time, respects my intelligence, is compassionate and sees me as a true equal in this collaborative effort.
For me it is obvious, I ruined this relationship beyond repair with this. There is no lying, it is in the computer system of the hospital. I have some extremely complicated and not quite typical neurological conditions and sadly the drugs that can be most effective happen to also have the bonus of a risk for abuse and dependence. I stay pretty much locked in my house, no love, no life, it is pitiful and I result to these endeavors as an escape.
Now I see myself as nothing more then a liability, which I obviously am. Hoping my honesty and sincerity could be a saving grace, but I am doubtful.
Though I am not optimistic, I'm hoping to find some support in response and I look forward to those opinions.
Now it is time that i have to come clean to my neurologist, who has been one of the best doctors I've seen in a life time, respects my intelligence, is compassionate and sees me as a true equal in this collaborative effort.
For me it is obvious, I ruined this relationship beyond repair with this. There is no lying, it is in the computer system of the hospital. I have some extremely complicated and not quite typical neurological conditions and sadly the drugs that can be most effective happen to also have the bonus of a risk for abuse and dependence. I stay pretty much locked in my house, no love, no life, it is pitiful and I result to these endeavors as an escape.
Now I see myself as nothing more then a liability, which I obviously am. Hoping my honesty and sincerity could be a saving grace, but I am doubtful.
Though I am not optimistic, I'm hoping to find some support in response and I look forward to those opinions.