tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84952145079491771552024-02-07T23:59:10.509-06:00Stopping.Suboxone.Wonder what it's like to quit taking opiates? I am sharing my experience as I taper off of Suboxone. The the day to day getting through it. I'd love advice if you've been here.
The Real Dirty Truth of a Drug Addict as ITell it: My life as a drug addict. http://opiatetrap.blogspot.comJ.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-36324898568880915852014-07-28T20:55:00.000-05:002014-07-28T20:55:59.215-05:00Redirecting?!?!?!<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I suppose I should have expected a lot of change and redirecting my goals when I started this detox. (Mental note to those of you preparing to quit) I don't even think I can call it detox at this point anymore. I am all over the place in my addiction to opiates at this point.My goals constantly change and the changes are usually based on my present feelings or emotions. I did quite a bit of prep work physically, mentally, and got quite educated before I began this. It's amazing that even after 9 months of consistent daily habits, they break just that easy if we let them. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Please check out my post this morning on my <a href="http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Opiate Trap Blog</a>.It is a check in after being absent from posting my daily experiences. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Please share your thoughts here, and on the </b></span><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><a href="http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Opiate Trap Blog</a>.</b><br />
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<b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Peace ~J'Elle</b>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-69038975400190384202014-05-23T23:11:00.002-05:002014-05-23T23:11:54.896-05:00Day 44: Self Control Means I Control MyselfI realize this is not in order. Slowly but surely I am putting up last weeks logs.<br />
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This morning I woke up very early. My weekend of slumber decided to kick me back out into the real world again. I'm not mad at it though. In fact I am happy that it possibly means I will fall asleep before 5am, and I can begin cycling back onto a semi normal schedule. </div>
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As usual over the last week, my attitude sucked from the moment I opened my eyes. It is an irritating situation when you are such a grouch that you don't even want to deal with your own self. </div>
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On the bright side, once you get to that point of utter stagnancy and annoyance, making a bold move seems more favorable than continuing along the road of blah. </div>
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I am not sure if it was luck or chance or fate... you can call it what you want, but a necasary turning point took place for me today. My personal belief is that people have been praying for me on the many days I haven't been able to believe I am worth praying for myself. I woke up at an early 6:30am.</div>
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I planted myself on the carpet in my den and switched on the TV. What do ya know, the first thing that I hear on the channel happens to be an exact replica of what I am NOT doing right in my life. If I wanted to be cliche and genericly untrue I could say that this surprised me, but in fact it is quite the opposite. I find the world is made up of all sorts of things that I cannot understand but somehow bring harmony and existence together in a way that 'fits' ito our individual paths. </div>
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Simply put- we are given signs and secrets to help us navigate our future in a positive way. However we might not position ourselves in a way that we can accept or even hear what is loudly being projected right in front of us. </div>
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Thank God for those times that we are!</div>
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If things in life were happening exactly the way that we wanted, everything lined up, financial burdens at ease, and relationships operating along in great way, how would I be acting today?</div>
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Would I wake up in a state of anger? Barely pulling my tired body out of bed. Exerting almost all of my energy into erasing the permanent scowl morphed onto my face? </div>
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Most likely I'd bounce up cheerfully and excited for the day. What trials and tribulations can I not conquer if things are how I want them? </div>
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Why need faith on those days? I'd be sailing along with ease.</div>
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Here are the next things that came out of that TV and into my brain.</div>
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If I can learn how to do the right thing while I am hurting, then no devil in hell that can keep me from the palace. I have to learn to do what is right while I am hurting. To do what is right when right things are not happening to me. </div>
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When I hurt I need to do what I'd do if everything in my life was going exactly the way I want it to.</div>
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When I am hurting I need to act how I would if I was not hurting at all. </div>
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When I am really hurting it takes alot of discipline to do what is right.</div>
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Self control means we control ourself.</div>
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Excuse: I can't help it! YES I CAN!</div>
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Pain can rule my behavior.</div>
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Wow. Talk about preaching to the choir!</div>
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Here is an outline of what I got from the show I watched. </div>
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1. When I am hurting do not counter attack and go wild.</div>
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2. Do not withdrawal, isolate, sulk, have a pity party. Sit around and get depressed.</div>
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I can be pitiful and powerful but I can't be both at the same time. </div>
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Someone else on this planet is hurting worse than me. (wow)</div>
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3. do not believe the lie that God is punishing me for something I have done in the past. </div>
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Not the biz that God is in</div>
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God remembers our sin no more when we ask for forgiveness. </div>
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It is a lie to say I cant get over my wrongs</div>
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4. do not blame God and get mad at him. </div>
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My disappointments come from me not getting what I want. </div>
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6. do not passivly accept injustice- fight it</div>
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when i am in the middle hurting sooo bad i need to do all the good i can do for as many peole as i can as often as i can. </div>
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This is the best strategy to move forward!</div>
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Overcome evil with good.!!!!!</div>
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I am not gonna win with a bad attitude r hating everyone...being jealous...</div>
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Trust that my life can be good.</div>
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Honor. Get honor back.</div>
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What is honor.</div>
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Do what is right b/c it is right. </div>
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Hang on to my integrity- it is in these times that build character</div>
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If I am hurting so bad i can't stand it and i keep my commitments I AM GROWING SPIRITUALY AND AFTER TODAY I AM ONE DAY CLOSER TO MY DREAMS.</div>
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I CANT GET FROM THE PIT TO THE PALACE WITHOUT GOING THRU THE MIDDLE.</div>
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HOW AM I GONNA ACT IN THE MIDDLE? (I haven't been doing great so far)</div>
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HOW I ACT IN THE MIDDLE PARTIALLY DETERMINES HOW I WILL GET THERE. and how fast!</div>
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Bad days are ok but for the most part who do i wanna be?</div>
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I know that it has been hard to stay in a bad attitude since I have been mulling over these perspectives. Needless to say, today was a better day, and I believe I will have better days ahead.</div>
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J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-33159955301610001542014-05-20T03:36:00.001-05:002014-05-20T03:36:29.959-05:00Day 50-U Can Run but Ya Can't Hide!<div class="p1">
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<b>My writing and enthusiasm developed into a rather consistent and productive outlet over the first month. The enthusiasm has not died, but my insides feel nauseated over the fact that I think I am not making enough progress. Am I a let down? As a day passed by and I ignored my online therapy I allowed an onset of shame to plant seed in my soul. Each day that I did not write acted as the fertilizer that turned that shame seed into a weed infested guilt garden! My mind tells me that if I mess up I mine as well give up.</b></div>
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<b>If you struggle with addiction in way shape or form this concept will seem quite familiar. As I fight my insomnia I realize that 8 or 9 days does not a failure make!!! I mean, duh...right? The more I allowed my thoughts to unravel over the hours the more I realize that this is all still a part of who I am. A living breathing pattern of my addictive behaviors, and a very real part of my recovery. My goal is to not give up!</b></div>
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<b>No matter how long I stay off the computer, or how many hours I sleep and want to ignore even the smallest set backs, my problems will not go away. </b></div>
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<b>SO, this is my attempt to grab hold of a new concept I will call- not running away from something so long that I make it irreparable by my own actions. Here on the early hours of day 50 of my road to recovery, I will not give up. I am still on the pills. A very low dose. A bit stagnant on the process. This last week has been different in my actions and in my thoughts. I have been journaling everyday, only on paper so that I could feed my silly fear of failure by logging onto google.</b></div>
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<b>I am hoping this entry will help me to sleep a few hours. I plan to take my laptop to Starbucks and spend an hour or two going through emails, comments, etc and typing up my last week of journals. </b></div>
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<b>Until then... J'Elle</b></div>
J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-29826480833271874302014-05-12T23:09:00.001-05:002014-05-12T23:09:51.199-05:0043 Days out of a Lifetime<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>After not wanting to turn on my computer for almost 3 days, I booted up. To my surprise I had lots of emails. Comments from an addicts mother, other junkies, and other people I didn't know...people with no obligation to my recovery.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>The sight of those things brought the first tears my eyes have been able to produce in weeks. I cried uncontrollably as I read the words typed into cyberspace by strangers who offered their genuine support. Even when I hate myself and think I am doomed-someone is thinking of me. Someone has cried these same tears, bled these same wounds, and felt hopeless in front of me. I am not the first girl lying desperate at the mercy of the devil disguised as heroin. My father is not the 1st who holds onto hope while he watches his pride and joy agonize over something too foreign for him to understand.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b> 43 days seems like forever sometimes. 43 days also seems like nothing. There are so many ways to put recovery and the act of becoming sober into perspective. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>The lack of sleep from the past week or so must have caught up to me, because I slept most from Saturday/early Sunday until about 1pm today. I woke up a few hours here and there...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Saturday I was so upset with this whole subject I flushed the Suboxone I had left and took the choice of that relief away from myself. Unfortunately I still have some at the pharmacy. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Somehow I was able to get thru about 48 hours without a pill. When I woke up today I started screaming like a child. I slammed my pillow at the wall and my father- who graciously has been staying at my house to support me thru this asked if I was ok. I screamed that I hated being awake! Why can't I just stay asleep!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>The only thing worse to me than feeling that way, is seeing the pain in my father's eyes. This man has taught me what unconditional love is. He has never blamed me, judged me, guilted me, or put me down. He IS the reason I ever made it off of the street and even tried getting sober.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Somedays it seems like other addicts have it easier, or don't go thru the same things as me. I know this is a bratty thing to say, but I didn't open this blog to sugarcoat my thoughts. I am pretty sure I am not the only one that thinks they are not meant to have a good sober life. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>We refilled 3 more Suboxone and after about 51 hours without one I took appx 1.5mg. I do not feel great about it, but it is what it is. I made up my mind that I was going to find a way to score some dope, so I negotiated myself into taking meds instead. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I asked my father to not give me another piece for at least 24 more hours. I am praying I will turn that 24 hours into 48hr. Maybe that 48hrs will become a week...and maybe I will smile again someday soon.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Sincerely thanking those who have reached out to me..~J</b></span><br />
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<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-12588418760490810562014-05-09T22:39:00.000-05:002014-05-09T22:39:39.591-05:00Day 39: Knowledge Without Action Doesn't Do Alot<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>First off, I'd like to clarify the importance I hold in blogging these little details. I try to be candid and genuine about the good <u>and</u> the bad. Recognizing the bad opens up my eyes to reasons I may have relapsed in the past. I am able to sort out my strengths and weaknesses. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Addiction is a dirty, sneaky, tricky lil demon who will continue to tell you that you will fail until you shut him up! 'A Naughty Child' was the phrase one person used. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>I learn more from other addicts and their stories, journeys, and truths than I have from any professional. Maybe I should phrase that by saying I learn different things from <i>addicts</i> than things I learn from <i>professionals</i>. Both are useful!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>It is nice to know that there are people who really do care enough to spare a kind word or a helpful suggestion. It feels very needy to be focusing on my recovery so much, and I do not like that.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>I try to remember that for 21 years I have been dealing with pain in unhealthy ways. That is 2 decades of beating myself up and trying to cope. I can donate a month or two to try to change that. If I look at it from that perspective it chills me out a little. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>Seems like a simple concept. Putting it into motion in the midst of recovery...not so simple. Nevertheless I am glad I recognized that, and have tried to change that today. </b></span><br />
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J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-50130695099501309532014-05-08T22:07:00.002-05:002014-05-09T15:33:55.894-05:00Day 38- Really Struggling at This Point<div class="p1">
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Here I sit in the same exact position. It's like I am dragging out the feeling Sh!**y feeling that comes with w/d's. The small piece I take here n there does nothing but prolong the time I'm not clean.</b></span></div>
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<br /></div>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-88250850943889645622014-05-08T01:39:00.000-05:002014-05-08T01:39:19.310-05:00Preventing RelapseI plan to merge blogs soon for easier access. In the mean time-check out my relapse prevention theory!<br />
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Part 2: <a href="http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/2014/05/preventingrelapse2.blogspot.com.html">http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/2014/05/preventingrelapse2.blogspot.com.html</a><br />
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Part 1: <a href="http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/2014/05/preventingrelapse.blogspot.com">http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/2014/05/preventingrelapse.blogspot.com</a>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-48264021221077026942014-05-07T22:01:00.000-05:002014-05-07T22:01:08.416-05:00Day 35: Insomnia=Irrationality<b><span style="color: #0c343d;">The exhaustion must be getting to me. Friday I slept about 5 hours. Saturday 3 1/2 hours. It's Monday morning and I have not yet gone to sleep. I remember this happening during my past detoxes. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d;">I laid awake all night restless and sweating back and forth as if I had the flu. I did not think I'd make it to this morning. I have a doctor appointment at 2pm, so we shall see how that goes. (assuming I stay awake)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d;">I was prepared to have insomnia at some point, but I predicted it would not come until I was completly off the meds. It must be these big jumps in dosage that I am taking. My dose on Saturday was around 3:30pm. My dose Sunday about 7pm, and about 1mg or less.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d;">I am literally holding onto hope with my life today. I do not want to give up and give in because of insomnia. I am telling myself the rational explanation to why I feel so hopeless is the lack of sleep. </span></b><br />
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<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-20235687650129809772014-05-05T00:08:00.000-05:002014-05-07T17:25:23.596-05:00Gonna Vent NOT Use-Day 33<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>One of the things I dislike about myself is that when the going gets tough, </b><b>I lose all motivation &</b><b> stop doing the things I love. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I mustered up the effort to post my feelings on an incredible recovery forum I've been a part of. My post for day 33 will simply be the content from that thread. </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I posted this on </span><a href="http://suboxonestopping.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> as well. It is important to me that one person who is hopeless and alone might benefit from seeing that they can reach out. It is worth the post if even </span><u style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">one </u><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> person reaches out for help. I am only </span><u style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">one</u><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> person, and I lived through many nights where I was lucky to see the next morning. Seeing hope may have made a difference..? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As I mentioned this morning, I would not take any Suboxone this morning. I waited until about 7:30pm, and took the better half of a 1/4 of a pill, and about 30 minutes later took the remainder of the quarter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As my taper progresses, I am weary. This is very difficult. I am not certain if the mental energy demanded has me beat up, or if the leg pain, dizzy, clammy, lightheaded, nauseated with every move stuff is breaking me. I am positive the 3 hours I slept last night exacerbate it all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am not in the mindset to give up during this late night write, but I wonder if the weary may weigh my soul too hard if I have another day like this. Thankfully days seldom repeat themselves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The sadness is crippling. I read today on the soberrecovery.com site about a woman who is 4 months off opiates, lifeless, and depressed. She is certain that her fate is sealed. I prayed for her on the spot that she find her smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am fortunate have the good days I've had. They remind me I smiled lately. I must have gone weeks, maybe 6 months where I stayed home by myself and never smiled. Knowledge is power and will do me well as far as helping me naturally reboot my endorphins. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lots of walks, even the 45 second ones. Playing my guitar. Listening to music. Writing. Forcing myself to watch funny TV so i will laugh. Jumping up and down like a fool. Yoga. Wall push-ups. Punching pillows. Telling myself I am not a loser in the mirror. (even through tears) All things that aid in getting signals to your brain for 'happy chemical production.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sometimes I feel alone based on the negative feelings I have. I wonder if everyone struggles so hard to keep them positive? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I want to beat this and learn from it. My goal to be 'sober' is almost non-existent. People get sober and stay there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sober for me will be a pit stop along the way. Someone needs to reach out into the world differently from whats been done. There are still MILLIONS of addicts and it keeps growing. Hurting people. Men, women, and kids that want to hang onto their freedom and don't know how to. I know saving the world won't happen through me, but I can put my story out there and try to help another self destructing ashamed addict find their way through.</span><br />
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<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-54199246564530707962014-05-02T10:59:00.000-05:002014-05-02T11:03:56.545-05:00Starting Day 32<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Starting day 32 with exhaustion, restless legs, hope, and NOT my 1/8 of a pill. I have still been on 1/4 of a pill for the last few days, although I have broken that 1/4 into 2 different doses to help my body adjust a little easier.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The up all night insomnia most definitely made it's most prominent presence in this recovery so far. Luckily, a light day and some grace will ease me through a full day without Suboxone. I HOPE! In the back of my mind somewhere between doubtful and maybe...if I can go all day today, maybe that will turn into all day tomorrow too.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I already know I can do it for 24 hours, but never on this dose. The medicine I have built up continues to quickly flushing out and I can feel it physically. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As horrible as this is, I know without a shadow of a doubt it is one of he easiest detoxes in my life. It could be that this time is on my terms, not the county jail or anywhere else. Perhaps this is where my journey is supposed to be. Maybe <i>this time will truly be different. </i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>PS: If you haven't checked out <a href="http://opiatetrap.blogspot.com/">opiatetrap.blogspot.com</a>, you should.</i></span></b><br />
<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-67973971160298652522014-05-01T16:07:00.001-05:002014-05-01T16:07:57.103-05:0031 Days~ Really J'Elle??<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>"Really J'Elle?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Boy do those two words go thru my head multiple times a day. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Picture yourself floating idly in the air. Unable to move from one spot, body tense on the inside and limp on the outside. One hand lifted forward in front of you as though you are reaching for something...almost able to touch it with your dainty fingertips. Paralyzed in fear that if you stretch your hand the teeny tiny last centimeter it needs to stretch in order to reach the object of your affection, that you might lose flight and fall to the ground. Your body shattering like glass into a million pieces from that last small movement. You also know that if you don't strive for that last reach, you might flail aimlessly forever, stuck and stoic.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Sobriety flirts in my reach. The object of my affection taunting and teasing me. The hopeful love that will be my happily ever after. If happily ever after existed. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>In my dream state of semi-sobriety from my prescription air-bag, I am in shock. There is no where left to go except off of the pills. Despite all of the aches and pains this has been easier than I remember in my last couple of attempts to quit opiates.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Could I have found a way out of the opiate trap? "Are you REALLY doing this J'Elle?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I took a 1/4 tab again this morning and have a half of a pill left. Day 31 of stopping Suboxone. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I believe with ALL my heart that if I can do this, anyone can. Dysfunctional, sabotaging everything good, relapse professional J'Elle; making a new life at 35 years old. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I guess we will see. </b></span>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-57223368960780758442014-04-30T23:32:00.001-05:002014-04-30T23:32:42.668-05:00Day 29-Stormy Weather<div class="p1">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I am writing this 29 days into quitting taking opiates. Last pill at appx 12 noon. a quarter of a tab. Followed by an immediate appt at my Dr's office. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>It feels like I am in the middle of the storm, but i have a feeling that I am nowhere near the eye. In fact, I believe I am merely approaching the cusp of the eye. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Good things and harder things are happening on a daily basis. Notice I said harder things.... not bad things. Yeah Yeah Yeah I am not loving those happy, bouncy, sunshiny day types right now, but I will tell you something valuable that I have learned through this process. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Up to this point, I have found that one of the most valuable commodities to getting op-sobed, is attitude. Yes there is sick and sad and restless legs. Defeat of mind, sick souled, worn weary feelings of despair, but beyond all of those things if you are able to reach out and take some new risks it will take you some place. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Things are happening that I never believed. On 'H', not only did I feel dead, I was more than 100% sure I'd be underground by now. I hated myself for that. Sometimes still do, but I am paving a new way filled with hope. </b></span></div>
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J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-21643560978761892452014-04-30T23:17:00.003-05:002014-05-01T15:52:42.266-05:0030 Days!!!<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love that I am down to about 1/4 of a pill a day. There is of course, disappintment in not being cold turkey the last few ds. I am trying to look at it from the standpoint of aim high and if I miss it's alright. We can never dream too big.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The fact that I haven't given up or gone back to street dope is extremely exciting for me. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The fact that I haven't given up or gone back to street drugs is extremely terrifying for me. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My brain wages war between those two statements knowing that the nature of the beast is always to attack.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In this circumstance the beast is my addiction. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am not without w/d symptoms. Restless legs are the most hated. Along with nausea and depression. These are my top 3. I am positive that preparation has been my ally for the past month. By that I mean physical and emotional preparation. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wll outline more about how I have been doing this in a simplified manner for those of you who might want to detox.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">thanks to my readers, (assuming I have one) and keep cheering me on and keeping me in your good thoughts please!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Don't forget to share with those in need.</span></b><br />
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~J'ElleJ.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-37393182360413177892014-04-27T00:08:00.000-05:002014-04-27T00:08:20.235-05:0027th Day on This Train<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, 27 days into my Suboxone taper and what a ride it has been. Experiencing every emotion that I can think of, it's most definitely a whirlwind! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Today I struggled more with the upset stomach, major depression, and the RLS was starting to get a bit nuts! (RLS=restless leg syndrome) </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Here's how my day went:</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">12pm (ish): Forced self to sit in sun. Lasted about 3 minutes.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1:30pm: Picked up my guitar and jammed out some notes for about 5 minutes.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2pm: Friend called and took me to lunch and then Starbucks. Lifesaver!!!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4:30: Started freaking out & dragged myself on a 10 minute walk.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">7pm: Picked up some Clonidine from the Pharmacy</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">8:30: Watched a movie / my Dad, took some Clonidine and a small piece of Suboxone. (appx .5mg) :-(</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Single most motivating thing today: fellow ex-junkie asking me if I'd be able to get up and find energy for a free kilo that would be a 5 mile walk away. WOW! Talk about putting things into perspective. Mind over matter baby! That is SO much of it!</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am not going to be too hard on myself. I am in a good place at the moment. Tomorrow I will keep going. My motto right now is one day at a time. Hoping to go 48 hours with no Subs and then take it from there. Quite honestly, with al the crazy thoughts that ran through my head today, I am glad I did not pick up the phone and have a full blown stupid relapse. This is tough!!!! Not giving up yet. ~J'Elle</span></b>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-66660627828021104512014-04-25T23:09:00.002-05:002014-04-25T23:09:51.650-05:00Day 26<div class="p1">
<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am a believer in God and the Bible. I am most definitely not here to preach to anyone or attempt a conversion. Believing in god is simply a part of who I am, and my relationship with him is a tool that I use in my life, specifically in my recovery. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In all honesty, if you look at the bible you can retain plenty of factual and practical life habits whether or not you believe spiritually. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have an actual point. Today I went cold turkey off of Suboxone, and so far it's believing there is something better on the other side of this hell I am enduring that carries me. God knows I do not have the strength to carry myself all day every day. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I will be honest and say I do not know how much further I can go. Sometimes it literally is hour by hour. Telling myself I do not need to call the dope man minute by minute. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If it gets THAT bad, I hope I will remember I have Suboxone at the pharmacy instead of calling the dope man. For an addict it doesn't always work that way in our messy little brains. </span></b></div>
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J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-17569974952702085002014-04-23T21:54:00.000-05:002014-04-23T21:54:25.494-05:0024th Day of My Suboxone Taper<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our minds are a powerful thing. I am content in my decision to cold turkey the rest of the way as of Friday. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">However, fear and doubt of myself consume my brain. Failure haunts me. Sobriety seems so out of reach. For the 18 months I have been on Suboxone, I considered myself 'sober'. As time has passed, knowledge has increased, and my moods dependence has relied on my medication I realize it is not 100% sobriety. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I still hold to the fact that Suboxone saved my life. Served as a gateway from heroin to freedom. Suboxone provided the time I needed to gain more mental stability. The counseling and medical attention I needed has further helped me along, and without the medication I doubt I would have made it this far. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I filled my 24th day with reading, walks, yoga, and writing. I spent time on a recovery forum networking with other drug addicts and opiate users. We are not alone. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Day 24 was hard and hopeful. I am sure the days ahead will be harder, but each day that passes I think a little more hope comes. Hope for freedom from the trap I loathe so much. </span></b><br />
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<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-42590048571596342302014-04-23T00:29:00.002-05:002014-04-23T00:29:40.000-05:00Day 23- One Cold Turkey Coming Up!<b><span style="color: #4c1130;"> Today I asked my Dr. what he thought about me going cold turkey. I am down from 2 pills a day to less than 1 pill a day in three weeks. Physically I am already starting to go through the withdrawals, and I feel like continuing to taper will simply prolong the misery. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">We agreed on Friday being the day that I go cold turkey. This gives me a few days to mentally prepare myself. I know that I need a support system in place on many levels for this to happen. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">I went most of the day on only 1/4 of a pill. When I took a 1/2 a pill tonight it made me feel so much better. What an aggravating feeling! To know that we are so dependent on a little expensive pill. I am so over it. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">I know this will be the fight of all fights. Today I read many stories of people who have been through this. My hearts breaks over it. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">If there is anyone that reads this post, please let me know if you have any words of wisdom about the cold turkey thing. I am finding that the online junkie community provides more support for me than almost anything else!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Thanks for reading. Share this with someone if you know they want to quit Subs. Also, take the time to read my <a href="http://opiatetrap@blogspot.com/">http://opiatetrap@blogspot.com</a> blog if you are interested in what a junkie life does to a soul. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #4c1130;">Much love.</span></b>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-77861353991837376212014-04-22T10:55:00.000-05:002014-04-22T10:59:03.054-05:00Craving Change Day 23<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There comes a point for all of us when we crave change. By crave, I mean a desire so potent that it comes from a place deep inside of us, a desire we can't extinguish no matter how much we sleep. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I find that when I am at this point I have two choices. I give up, or I insert actions powerful enough to move me away from the sameness that haunts my days. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This craving is what lit the spark in me to get completely away from opiates. I found a doctor and counselor qualified and determined to teach me how I could make the permanent changes necessary to stay sober over a lifetime. I opened this blog as an outlet for my feelings, and as a source of inspiration for others who want to be free of opiates. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Three weeks into my new fight I find myself craving even more than this. I have lost my focus over the last week. My joy is being overpowered by negative thoughts and days filled living on the edge of dope sickness and depression. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I see my doctor in a few more hours. I plan to ask him if at this point of taking less than 1 pill a day, should I go ahead and go cold turkey for the rest? Throw all of the withdrawal into a few days, and get on with my life. I honestly do not know what his answer will be. I wish I had access to ex-junkies for some guidance. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nevertheless, my first step today was to pray. Next to write, and then I'll force myself on a walk and to do some yoga. Maybe I can jump start my endorphins that way. know that if I want my circumstances to change I have to change what I do during my day. This will be the part of the fight where I literally have to drag myself through the motions and pray for results. I know that I won't change if I lay around sad all day, so nothing I do can be worse than how I have felt all week. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The goal is to stay sober and away from a street drug relapse. Thanks to the few of you who are reading and sending me comments. Believe it or not, those few words send me more hope than you can imagine. I am posting this entry on both of my blogs this morning. <a href="http://suboxonestopping@blogspot.com/">http://suboxonestopping@blogspot.com</a> & <a href="http://opiatetrap@blogspot.com/">http://opiatetrap@blogspot.com</a> I'll update later on how the day went. </span></b><br />
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<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-39377873305631478772014-04-21T22:36:00.000-05:002014-04-21T22:39:30.174-05:00Day 22-Will It Ever End?<div class="p1">
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Years ago I began to look at problems like a war. My life as the battlefield, my problems the enemy, and my coping skills were my armor. </div>
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By the end of today, feeling sick, depressed and hopeless, I am ready to surrender. I can only hope this means I am closer to feeling better. Why are things so hard when we are right in the middle of them. </div>
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I am sick with myself for ever being a drug addict. I realize more than ever that I better sharpen my coping skills fast. I'm hardly rational and wonder what life will be like when opiates are a thing of the past.</div>
J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-2837820415331950972014-04-20T21:48:00.002-05:002014-04-20T21:48:47.470-05:00Day 21: Week 3 Officially Over<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"><b>I AM PROUD TO SAY I HAVE STAYED ON THIS TRACK WITHOUT GIVING UP OR A RELAPSE FOR OFFICIALLY 3 WEEKS. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"><b>TOMORROW I SEE DR D AGAIN, AND I HOPE TO SET A PLAN IN PLACE THAT HAS ME OFF OF OPIATES IN 2 MORE WEEKS. I JUST CANT SEE PROLONGING THIS FOR MUCH LONGER. IF THE WORST IS STILL TO COME I WANT TO GET IT OVER WITH AND GET ON WITH MY LIFE. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"><b>A LONG WALK AND AN EVENING WITH FAMILY MADE THIS DAY BETTER. </b></span></span>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-17430157524917794612014-04-20T14:13:00.002-05:002014-04-20T14:13:59.226-05:00Day 21 & Easter<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I am weary from struggle. Tired from the focus that drugs bring during both the using period, and the recovery period. Some days I have Wonder Woman sized strength to take it on, others I have no strength at all. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Today marks the 3 week mark for my Suboxone taper. I had a little reminder this morning that came just in the nick of time. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>It reminded me why I started this blog. Not only for me, but for anyone who may need the courage to try to get free of opiates. I know that I cannot go backwards in time. I can only take another step toward being completely sober from opiates. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>While that seems like such an impossible feat, I know there are others who have done it. I am trying to be grateful today that I am doing it by choice. I could be drying out in a jail cell or mental institution and believe me that wasn't too far away from where I was as a junkie. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Thanks for reading and Happy Easter!</b></span>J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-51562967806145075232014-04-19T21:46:00.000-05:002014-04-19T22:06:48.323-05:00Day 20 Is Finally Over<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>I apologize in advance for the negativity in this post but I want to be honest. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>Most of the day I was in a rotten mood. Although I do not get a 'high' feeling from taking Suboxone, it's clearly something. Not taking the usual amount is making me feel like I am void of any happiness. I know that if I took my full 2 pills then the bad mood wood most likely go away. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>Not only is that irritating but a reminder that I HATE being a slave to opiates. It confuses me that I switch back and forth from I want to give up to I will keep on this track. If I am in the midst of being fully aware of what opiates are doing to me, you would think giving up would be the last thing on my mind. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>I guess if anyone looks at my blog, then they will know I gave up when my posts stop. For now I'd like to keep going. After being halfway through the tapering process it seems a waste to quit. The scary part is knowing the horrible feeling I had today will increase as the Suboxone in body continues to decrease.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><b>Day 21 is tomorrow. # weeks into my detox plan. </b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">A reminder to share this blog with a loved one or through social media to help reach the addicts who need a first step!</span></b><br />
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<br />J.ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251601316668946121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495214507949177155.post-48589772909558257002014-04-19T12:12:00.000-05:002014-04-19T13:11:59.622-05:00Day 20<span style="color: purple;"><b>Last night I read a post from a Mom about her son being on Suboxone, and the judgement from people around her. People telling her if he is on Suboxone he is not sober. I can't help but feel weak after reading things like that. I have said before that I believe Suboxone saved my life. On the other hand I do think it is best used as a tool to facilitate sobriety off of all opiates as opposed to a long term solution. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>I do not feel negatively abut anyone who stays on it. I know the hell of heroin and the life it brings. I have been on Suboxone over a year, and I am barely ready to get off of it. Every should do it in their own time in my opinion. It's pointless to do it at all until we are ready. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>there's a salvation in reading ex-junkie blogs. It soothes me to see them on the otherside. It motivates me to keep going. Today I will take an hour at a time. I have not taken my Suboxone for the day yet. I'd like to hold out a few more hours if possible. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Wish me luck. </b></span></div>
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