If you want to try out a really good time, give going through PAWS (Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome) a try. After a nearly 20 year opiate use that grew and grew to the all time highest of 60-90mg of oxycodone daily about 2 years ago, I have completely detoxed myself off and have now had NONE since May 10. Woohooo…..Yipppeeee….isn’t that awesome????
No. It sucks. It hurts. I hurt. I hurt me and I hurt others. I feel like my pain is the only real thing in my life. Not physical pain but emotional. Raw anger unlike any I’ve known in life. It’s amazing what anger can do for physical pain. The endorphins and all the chemicals that get released being in a constant state of flight or fight mode really make physical pain so reduced. To the point that I can hurt myself pretty severely and not even hardly feel it when I get the anger to a heightened point. That’s not fun.
What has me even more concerned is that I have one more highly addictive drug, Xanax, and I only have about 12 tablets left. Which means this is going to probably get worse. I have been on this anxiety medication since the early 1990’s when it was prescribed first for anxiety attacks then, for the last 4 years, it has been what has been given for sleep. This is the best our health plan in Oregon can do. Actual sleeping aids with less horrible addictive traits are not allowed on the formulary.
The only thing I have been using over the last 18 months to detox myself off all these toxic drugs the physicians kept giving me was medical marijuana, primarily RSO (Rick Simpson’s Oil). Unfortunately I ran out of that and am trying to keep up with eating home made canna coconut oil and smoking (which I really would rather not smoke…it hurts my lungs). But, without income and with it still being a Schedule 1 drug, there is no outside help to keep up with what helps the most.
You may wonder (or not) what is happening in my brain from a scientific view? Maybe I can explain in a basic way. Essentially all the receptors that my brain has been creating for 20 years for the responses from taking a pain pill or two are not getting anything to keep them filled. They are empty. And they are FREAKING OUT!!! From my recent readings on this, it could take months to years for my brain to get better, if it ever will completely.
When I detoxed from gambling, I was more a crumpled mess of pain and emotional lows. My experiences thus far with PAWS after opiate addiction is much different. While I do have sleep interruption and at times physical pain, stomach upset, poor thinking, the worst of it all is the anger. I am breaking my own heart from disappointment.
“Go to the hospital”, you say. What will they do there? What they did for the last 20 years. Pump me full of meds and in a couple weeks let me out and say “you are healed”. No thank you. I will find a way to get OFF the rest of these meds and find what I can utilize to make me be okay without them. The medical profession does not have my best interest at their forefront. They have money making. I won’t make them money if I won’t subscribe to continuing their pills.
I don’t think all medications are bad. I still am on an antidepressant and will most likely take it indefinately. But chronic pain and anxiety drugs that make me feel this bad when I can’t or don’t have them…no thank you. I refuse to be reliant on anything someone can give or take at a whim.
I have made promises that I will LIVE through this. I will. It might not look pretty, but I’ll still be breathing on the other side. I just am at a complete loss what the next months to year or longer might look like. Always a journey, that’s my life. In the mean time, I think seeing a few sights and allowing myself to only be concerned about me for awhile is going to be the best healing path. Time to work through a few more bucket list items.