Posted by:
Hillbilly Heathen
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Date: March 02, 2013 09:34AM
I am an Ex Mo and a Recovering Drug Addict.
My experience - I had a serious accident back in 1995 (was ran over by a truck at work), and, during the resulting major surgeries, discovered the "joy" of IV morphine. As I recovered, I began to take various opiate based meds for the pain - and found that they eased more than physical pain.
I was still LDS at the time, though struggling with the doctrine and issues with my family concerningn the church, and I found that opiates made it much easier to deal with. Pressure? Do opiates, and feel that glow take it all away. (BTW, I was also molested as a child by a guy who later became a bishop - thats another story, but helped cause years of self doubt and self loathing).
I became an expert at playing doctors and pharmacies. My primary Doctor Feelgood (yep, that's what the motley crue song is about) was also an addict, and a heck of a nice guy, which made it worse. I was a functioning addict, able to work, but I stayed loaded all the time -pills, prescription codeine based cough syrup, whatever else... (I particuarly liked codaclear, I would drink it like soda pop) - and, as others have pointed out, the more you take, your body builds tolerance, and the more you need.
Fast forward - for whatever reason, I had let my stash get a little low, but, no problem. Then - my doc got found out and split town under dark of night. I was unable to hook up with anyone, and went in to unplanned opiate withdrawal.
Raven, I truly don't mean this in a bad way, but either you are extremely lucky, or you weren't taking enough, because believe me, while an opiate withdrawal probably won't kill you, you wish it would. I never imagined even my toenails and earlobes could hurt. Sweats, chills... it took about a week for the physical effects to wear off, then the mental aspect took over, which was just as bad, if not worse.
On that first full blown day of withdrawals, I was laying in bed - I call it my 12 shirt day, cause i sweated and chilled thru 12 shirts - I only had energy to scroll thru my iphone, and even that was a struggle. I got on face book, starting scrolling thru friends, friends of friends, their friends... anything to occupy my mind.
As i did this, I came across the page of the daughter of a lady I had dated almost 30 years ago - in fact, I had bapized her. The little girl, who was 11 at the time treated me like her father, and I adored her. When her mother and I broke up, I lost touch with them, seeing the girl last when she was 13. I found her page and picture, and saw an incredibly beautiful lady with a family of her own.
I said to myself, "My God, what if she could see me now..." and I totally broke down in tears. I found a crises line in the phone book, hooked up with a recovery fellowship, and have been clean ever since.
i know there are those on this board who demean places like NA or AA, but for me personally, it has worked, mainly because I have a network of fellow addicts who I can call if I get in a bad place, and, more importantly, who I can help get thru rough times.
Bottom line - Addiction sucks. I know. Ive been there - and survived.
PS - I got away from the church, too!!! Added benefit from no longer fearing the mean, angry, condemning mormon God!