The day that I was afraid my Dr. was going to get in an accident on his way to work and call in absent on my refill day I knew I had a problem. I mean I knew I had a problem before that day but I wasn't concerned about it enough to worry that my Dr. was going to have a mishap and not be in the office. It hit me like a ton of bricks that I needed that shit for my life to go on. I couldn't function or even think for myself without a pill or two or three. I didn't like it at all one bit for kicking me to the curb when I failed a UA for benzos ( not prescribed ). But it was a blessing in disguise as I was a slave to that orange bottle of white tablets and I had lost my soul and who I was as a human being. Completely demoralizing to say the least.
Not judging whatsoever as i was just like you. Ate em' up as soon as I got them and when they were gone I counted the days to my next refill. I even always tried to get them early. Every damn time. I thought the pills were who I was and without them I was just an empty shell walking around on this earth with no purpose whatsoever. But when i had my pills I worked, cooked, cleaned and did all the stuff I was supposed to do. When they were gone and I couldn't get anymore I disengaged completely. I have never felt so empty as when I was without my drug.
Thank God I finally snapped out of that mindset. I miss it sometimes. I miss that warm fuzzy blanket. But it was killing me slowly and draining my soul and I wasn't going to let that happen. Life may not be roses but it is so much better than when I was addicted. I have my soul back. And my peace of mind. Never stop trying Squeaky. It may not happen today or next week or next month but don't give up who you are to an orange bottle with white pills in it.