If someone told me two years ago that I would go through full oxy withdrawals at least 20 more times..... I would have have either committed suicide or became so determined to prove them wrong that I would have stopped running out. Neither one is a good choice.
I needed to be done with the pills. Badly. For reasons I doubt I will ever fully understand. However, on some level I did know that this problem would haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn’t find a way to make the pills undesirable to me. I think I’m there.
Yesterday an old friend who is also suffering back pain and who also takes prescription opiates contacted me regarding Kratom. Long story short..... he said they want to give him straight oxy for pain but he doesn’t want it (Percocet is Ok but not straight oxy....?.....). Anyway, I hung up the phone and later realized this: I wasn’t trying to figure out how to work a trade with him. You know- his perc’s for cash or for my Kratom.
Three months ago I would have quietly been keeping in touch with him in the hopes he decided to empty his medicine cabinet. Playing that game where I make jokes, but also make sure he knows to call me first if there’s a surplus of meds at his house. Trying not to sound like an addict, and not pushing too hard, but making my position heard none the less. I woke up this morning, took a big scoop of green powder, and I saw that something in me has shifted.
The road is long and difficult. I still have a long way to go. But that second when I saw myself acting differently, when the only person seeing it was me, made me feel like I at least crossed the half-way point. It’s pretty huge since it has been years that there was no end in sight.
I needed to be done with the pills. Badly. For reasons I doubt I will ever fully understand. However, on some level I did know that this problem would haunt me for the rest of my life if I didn’t find a way to make the pills undesirable to me. I think I’m there.
Yesterday an old friend who is also suffering back pain and who also takes prescription opiates contacted me regarding Kratom. Long story short..... he said they want to give him straight oxy for pain but he doesn’t want it (Percocet is Ok but not straight oxy....?.....). Anyway, I hung up the phone and later realized this: I wasn’t trying to figure out how to work a trade with him. You know- his perc’s for cash or for my Kratom.
Three months ago I would have quietly been keeping in touch with him in the hopes he decided to empty his medicine cabinet. Playing that game where I make jokes, but also make sure he knows to call me first if there’s a surplus of meds at his house. Trying not to sound like an addict, and not pushing too hard, but making my position heard none the less. I woke up this morning, took a big scoop of green powder, and I saw that something in me has shifted.
The road is long and difficult. I still have a long way to go. But that second when I saw myself acting differently, when the only person seeing it was me, made me feel like I at least crossed the half-way point. It’s pretty huge since it has been years that there was no end in sight.