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I first became a user when I broke my foot then I used because of fibromyalgia pain, back pain from a fall, and the pills for anxiety became more promindent as the narcotic use increased. |
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With time the depression got worse and the pain got worse my weight increased and the anxiety was constant I could no longer get relief from any of it I was living in total darkness and no one knew not my husband my children or anyone I finally lost control and wanted to end my life because I felt everyone would be better off if I did not exist.
My husband put me in the hospital and I finally owned my drug addiction. I am now two months clean. It is still an everyday thought to take pills. I just remember what being addicted feels like, and I can make it one step at a time. |
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Recovery is hard. It was hard to be in lock down and away from my family but for me it was the only way I had to find myself again. I was sick for almost a month. I felt like I had a really bad case of the flu. I am two months into my recovery. The depression is not nearly as bad and except for the illnesses, I will have to live with it.
I can now function and be aware of what I am doing. I can feel something other than desperation. Step by step and day by day and sometimes even minute by minute. I have come to realize that I won't die without the pills and that I have a chance to live. |
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When the road to recovery seems to long lift your eyes to heaven and know that even though you think God has forgotten you he hasn't he is just showing you the way |
