I am 23 years old. I just graduated college and am currently looking for a full time job. Throughout my life, I have messed around with different drugs, dipped and dabbled, yet nothing ever compared to the opiates for me. It all began when I was around 17, I had my tonsils removed. I knew from that moment on that I had loved the feeling it gave me. From about 17-22 I was on and off, never considered myself an "addict." I thought to myself, how could this be? I am a nursing student, college athlete (captain) and have the respect of everyone around me. Yet right before me 23rd birthday things took a turn for the worst. I just got kicked out of nursing school and was in an abusive relationship. I was living with a man who hit me. Why I stayed for the 3 mths that I did I have no clue, I have a huge loving supportive family, a great reputation and much respect. I think that was the Main reason that I had stayed, I feel as if I didn't want anyone to know that I was not in control. On top of all that, my birthday comes around and my grandmother passed away on the same day. Since then, I have been taking percocets again to deal with everything. I am out of that relationship, have been for almost a year now, January will be 1 year that I am away from that situation. But January will also be 1 full year of 60-90 mgs a day of percocets for me. I just got laid off and cannot afford my habit any longer.I am upset at the fact that I am out of work, yet I feel as if it was a blessing in disguise. I was making about 2000 a week in cash tax free and have not a dollar in savings to show for it. Although I have a nice brand new car, that's the only thing. The rest went to my habit (some occasional clothes and makeup too) Knowing this, I have used my last 3 pills to start tapering down. No relief. One minute I'm sweating, the next freezing. My feet are cold, legs are sweaty. I feel nervous, anxious, depressed and restless. This is the first time that I am telling anyone other than my current boyfriend (who has been my angel sent to me) about my story. I came across this website and saw all the support and others with similiar stories. Any suggestions for me? I do not want to go to a inpatient rehab, (I am embarrassed in a way I think that such a "standout" person who seemed to "have it all" could have such a demon in their closet) yet I am scared to death about seizures, etc. I have about 7 mgs left for tomorrow and that is it. Just typing that right now just gave me such a feeling of anxiety. Please help.