fixedatzero
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- Apr 18, 2011
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So this is kind of my storyline
Feb 2009 - Dropped out of college due to social/general anxiety, panic attack problems.
May 2009 - Went to psychiatrist, was prescribed Ativan (as needed) but didn't realize the dangers. Wasn't told they were addicting. (Also switching from Zoloft to Lexapro)
July 2009 - By July 2009, I was taking them like candy, running out, and cold turkey withdrawing (hell) and not realizing it. Switched to Klonopin up to 4mg a day.
August 2009 - Started to educate himself about benzodiazepines. Started to become hopeless and afraid of what I got myself into. Started taking hydrocodone because the benzos honestly stopped working. Was depressed, didn't know what to do with myself. Also switched from Lexapro to Pristiq.
September 2009 - Stopped taking vikes. Got a job.
Jan 2010 - Was taking 8mg of Klonopin for about a month. Doctor was okay with it. I decided I needed to help myself. I decided to start slow tapering.
Feb 2010 - Initiated a schedule to cut. I was ready to do this. I wanted off these drugs. I also got myself into a relationship with someone.
May 2010 - After the agonizing w/d symptoms, difficulties at work, and relationship problems- I gave in and took a 7.5mg vike.
June 2010 - Ended my relationship. Was taking vikes every now and then.
July 2010 - 22nd birthday, I started taking vikes everyday. I even was stupid enough to increase my Klonopin dosage. As long as I was high, I didn't care.
So until November 2011, I was wasting my paychecks on Vicodin 10mgs, sometimes taking up to 40mg a day at this point. This got me through work. I was also back up to 6mg of Klonopin. Sometimes oxys now.
December 2011 - Now up to 90mg of vikes a day. 30mg of Oxycodone.
January 2011 - Reality check. Poor. Left job on leave of absence. Stopped vicodin c/t (somewhere I missed up there that I have tried doing c/t before failing pretty quick, I was very naive then)
February 2011 - So depressed even after the initial at home detox, doctor switched me to Cymbalta. Now this drug caused HELL for me for some reason. Absolute HELL. Was clean, looking for rehab with the support of my family. Even after a month later, the anxiety and depression was killing me inside. Rehab centers wouldn't really accept me because of my high Klonopin dosage. They wanted to rapid detox me- every nearby facility. I couldn't taper on my own (because I wanted to get off that too). I was also taken off Cymbalta and put back on a lower dosage of Pristiq.
March 2011 - Family didn't know what to do at this point. I was not liking the idea of rehab or NA. My family heard from many facilities that 6mg of Kpin was what was making me so depressed. I didn't know what to believe. So I started a quicker taper this time. I also relapsed this month, this time with Opana but hoping to only take the edge off of withdrawal (being stupid again). At first it started out small. Snorting 10 mg maybe twice a day. This lasted maybe 14 days. I started fearing for my life and stopped. I don't remember the withdrawal being TOO bad but sure enough, the PAWS came along.
*Towards the end of March I was also prescribed Seroquel in addition to my lower dosage of Pristiq but I only took the samples and never got it filled due to the bad stories.
April 2011- Didn't want to deal with PAWS anymore, the whole month of April, I made my way down to 3mg however I snorted Opana every day. Sometimes up to 90mg spread out. Ran out of Opana towards the end of April.
This is actually my third day clean and I'm going insane. I am going insane. I'm detoxing at home because I'm so fucking afraid that I'm a full blown addict now. I tell myself no, I'm not an addict because I've had two close encounters with OD'ing, I've read stories about institutions, jail and death, and I could never do this again. In fact, I could never get my hands on Opana again. I don't even want to try. But I'm so afraid that the cravings are going to ruin my life. The PAWS is going to ruin my life. The benzo withdrawal is going to ruin my life. I cry almost every moment because I'm living in darkness and I feel diseased- everyone tells me that I need rehab or NA. I don't want that kind of lifestyle, I want to fight this and never look back. My family supports me but I feel so alone when they're not here with me. I've become a socialphobic in a matter of days. I don't have much to say to anyone. I feel doomed. Living in a nightmare. The cravings scare me but I need to know they go away. I'm afraid to go on the internet sometimes. Everything is so black and white. I'm losing my mind. The anxiety right now- jesus christ. I'm in total fear. Tomorrow is day 4 and I'm praying (as an atheist) that it subsides but I doubt it. I don't care about the psychical aspects. I need some good news...this hurts way too fucking much. I can't smoke a cigarette anymore. I just saw my brother, sister and some of my friends get in the car to go to a comedy club and you know if I had snorted some Opana, I'd be going. In fact, I had a ticket to go. But I sat there hysterically crying. I want people back in my life but I don't want to leave my family. That's why rehab scares me. Not even for a day! I'd panic. They're everything to me. I'm done with this. Benzos, painkillers, I want my life back. I have no desire to use even though I'm in hell right now.
Feb 2009 - Dropped out of college due to social/general anxiety, panic attack problems.
May 2009 - Went to psychiatrist, was prescribed Ativan (as needed) but didn't realize the dangers. Wasn't told they were addicting. (Also switching from Zoloft to Lexapro)
July 2009 - By July 2009, I was taking them like candy, running out, and cold turkey withdrawing (hell) and not realizing it. Switched to Klonopin up to 4mg a day.
August 2009 - Started to educate himself about benzodiazepines. Started to become hopeless and afraid of what I got myself into. Started taking hydrocodone because the benzos honestly stopped working. Was depressed, didn't know what to do with myself. Also switched from Lexapro to Pristiq.
September 2009 - Stopped taking vikes. Got a job.
Jan 2010 - Was taking 8mg of Klonopin for about a month. Doctor was okay with it. I decided I needed to help myself. I decided to start slow tapering.
Feb 2010 - Initiated a schedule to cut. I was ready to do this. I wanted off these drugs. I also got myself into a relationship with someone.
May 2010 - After the agonizing w/d symptoms, difficulties at work, and relationship problems- I gave in and took a 7.5mg vike.
June 2010 - Ended my relationship. Was taking vikes every now and then.
July 2010 - 22nd birthday, I started taking vikes everyday. I even was stupid enough to increase my Klonopin dosage. As long as I was high, I didn't care.
So until November 2011, I was wasting my paychecks on Vicodin 10mgs, sometimes taking up to 40mg a day at this point. This got me through work. I was also back up to 6mg of Klonopin. Sometimes oxys now.
December 2011 - Now up to 90mg of vikes a day. 30mg of Oxycodone.
January 2011 - Reality check. Poor. Left job on leave of absence. Stopped vicodin c/t (somewhere I missed up there that I have tried doing c/t before failing pretty quick, I was very naive then)
February 2011 - So depressed even after the initial at home detox, doctor switched me to Cymbalta. Now this drug caused HELL for me for some reason. Absolute HELL. Was clean, looking for rehab with the support of my family. Even after a month later, the anxiety and depression was killing me inside. Rehab centers wouldn't really accept me because of my high Klonopin dosage. They wanted to rapid detox me- every nearby facility. I couldn't taper on my own (because I wanted to get off that too). I was also taken off Cymbalta and put back on a lower dosage of Pristiq.
March 2011 - Family didn't know what to do at this point. I was not liking the idea of rehab or NA. My family heard from many facilities that 6mg of Kpin was what was making me so depressed. I didn't know what to believe. So I started a quicker taper this time. I also relapsed this month, this time with Opana but hoping to only take the edge off of withdrawal (being stupid again). At first it started out small. Snorting 10 mg maybe twice a day. This lasted maybe 14 days. I started fearing for my life and stopped. I don't remember the withdrawal being TOO bad but sure enough, the PAWS came along.
*Towards the end of March I was also prescribed Seroquel in addition to my lower dosage of Pristiq but I only took the samples and never got it filled due to the bad stories.
April 2011- Didn't want to deal with PAWS anymore, the whole month of April, I made my way down to 3mg however I snorted Opana every day. Sometimes up to 90mg spread out. Ran out of Opana towards the end of April.
This is actually my third day clean and I'm going insane. I am going insane. I'm detoxing at home because I'm so fucking afraid that I'm a full blown addict now. I tell myself no, I'm not an addict because I've had two close encounters with OD'ing, I've read stories about institutions, jail and death, and I could never do this again. In fact, I could never get my hands on Opana again. I don't even want to try. But I'm so afraid that the cravings are going to ruin my life. The PAWS is going to ruin my life. The benzo withdrawal is going to ruin my life. I cry almost every moment because I'm living in darkness and I feel diseased- everyone tells me that I need rehab or NA. I don't want that kind of lifestyle, I want to fight this and never look back. My family supports me but I feel so alone when they're not here with me. I've become a socialphobic in a matter of days. I don't have much to say to anyone. I feel doomed. Living in a nightmare. The cravings scare me but I need to know they go away. I'm afraid to go on the internet sometimes. Everything is so black and white. I'm losing my mind. The anxiety right now- jesus christ. I'm in total fear. Tomorrow is day 4 and I'm praying (as an atheist) that it subsides but I doubt it. I don't care about the psychical aspects. I need some good news...this hurts way too fucking much. I can't smoke a cigarette anymore. I just saw my brother, sister and some of my friends get in the car to go to a comedy club and you know if I had snorted some Opana, I'd be going. In fact, I had a ticket to go. But I sat there hysterically crying. I want people back in my life but I don't want to leave my family. That's why rehab scares me. Not even for a day! I'd panic. They're everything to me. I'm done with this. Benzos, painkillers, I want my life back. I have no desire to use even though I'm in hell right now.
