My first withdrawl was from Methadone for Fibromyalgia. It took 6 months, I thought I would die many times but i did make it. After that I got my dream job in the medical field,I ended up having 3 surgeries in 3 years.it was the last one that took me out.I was completely hooked on Tramadol.I detoxed at home and can say it was as bad if not worse than Methadone. Within 3 months I was back on them for the next year. Almost every part of my life was ruined. I couldn't put them through another withdrawl, so I did one in a detox hospital in California.I could write a very long scary book about that experience but wont go there.When I came home I was sooo extremely sick. Severe anxiety, severe depression, could hardly eat or sleep for months.I started to come back to life after 3 months.I got a job I really enjoy and was starting to have hope.That's when my husband started to pass kidney stones. Long story short, I took his meds. Percocet. I was filling it behind his back and lying to the Dr.'s and Nurses. By the time I knew I could no longer do this my body was addicted again. I am so beyond angry at myself!! How could I do this to my family again?? I started a taper 5 days ago and had my last piece of a pill Thursday night. The physical hasn't been as bad as the others but the mental is hell. My Birthday is Monday and my kids can't wait. How can I possibly have a Birthday? On top of it I have the flu with a sinus infection. I could really use some people who know and undestand where I'm at. I feel like a dead empty shell, life doesn't even feel real. I don't have any family and have cut off most all friends, I'm too ashamed to let them know after all they did to help my huband while I was gone over the Summer. If anyone has any advice or encouragement I could really use it. I don't think I will live through another few months in bed alone. Scarlett