Since I got clean, what keeps me going through the hours of anhedonia and tedium are the most miniscule moments of what feels at the time like tiny miracles of human interaction. The smallest moment of ephemeral connection with another human being can light something up inside me that keeps me going through the grimmest of hours. Three or four times in the (relatively) early days of post-acute withdrawal (weeks 2-4), strangers have flashed the most amazing, beatific, heartbreakingly affecting smiles at me, it's like a punch to the heart.
Those moments are few & far between since I am still pretty unwell and not out and about as much as I could be (and the weather is just a bitch right now on the East Coast), but it amazes me how far just one tiny moment can carry me.
After ten years on opiates, the external structure & trappings of my life are pretty bleak (messy house, no work I am passionate about, etc) but these last few weeks have taught even a cynical misanthropist like me that all that matters are our relationships with other people. I am living, for now, for those moments of raw human connection.