Hello. I'm 74 hours off suboxone, this last go - and hopefully last - I've been on it seven months. I'm 37 and have been struggling with opiate addiction/polysubstance abuse my whole life. The subs have such a long half life I typically don't start to really get sick until the third day in, which is today. I'm impressed with the combination of clonodine, clonazapam and hydroxyzine. I'm actually getting some sleep and I don't feel psychotic. I've been sober for chunks of time in the past. I've done it all: AA "Big Book Thumper", 3 month inpatient, sober living, more inpatient, 4 years of suboxone, hiding in the woods, ibogaine in Mexico, 10 day silent vipassana retreats, ayahuasca ceremonies, lots of other drugs. I'm pretty much fortunate to be alive and think I just finally got to a point where I recognize that. I want to be present for life, all of it, not just the drug oblivion. Not having a father growing up emotionally mangled me, when I started getting high at 13 it was the greatest relief I've ever had - we all know how that story ends. So fuck, here I am, I'm doing it. It's nice to be able to see my pupils again. I'm writing a book about my twenty years of experience in various drug countercultures. Hope nobody has to be too sick today.