Today marks my 1st year of sobriety from opiates. I used them for about a year and a half as a crutch to deal with whatever life threw at me. I remember going through withdrawals on the bathroom floor, in complete agony thinking to myself “these pills were supposed to help, not make things worse” and after those awful 5 days I promised myself to never slip back into that nasty habit.
I still have cravings. I still toy with the Idea of “just having one” here and there. But it’s a slippery slope and life has been better without self medicating. I’ll never forget my first time, and the overwhelming amount of relief I felt after popping just 4mg - but it’s an illusion. It’s artificial. Unsustainable, and it’s borrowed time. If I’m happy while I’m high, I will have to pay to the price down the line.
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