This is not so much a question as it is a confession. I guess I'm posting in the right place. I just feel like it may be a bit long, but its now or never. I've been lurking on this site for awhile and I love the support that people get and the advice is awesome. The reason I am posting is due to a little green devil pill called Oxycodone. I am taking about 90 mg a day and surprise, surprise, its taking more and more. Its been going on for about a year and a half. My mom gets 100 a month. Now here comes the really awful part and I know how bad it is and ask that you guys not judge me too harshly, because I promise you, it can't be any worse than what I do to myself. And I deserve it. She started out getting sixty and when I started taking all of those, they upped her to 90, and now to 100. They make her very sick, so she rarely takes them, and I guess that's how I've been justifying taking them. One of the ways. I started on the party wagon at the young age of 13. Mom was an alcoholic, was in and out of my life in my younger years partying hard herself, no dad in the picture (alcoholic too and both of HIS parents the same), just several stepdads along the way. Yada yada, everyone has their baggage, and I promise I am not writing this in the hopes of getting sympathy, because I know some people have it so much worse, and find other ways to cope, I'm just trying to give a little backstory to my addictive personality. Anyhoo, we used to play drinking games at my house with my mom, she was the "cool" parent. She had serious issues. She'd get drunk, talk about suicide and shoot a hole through the window just for dramatics. I pretty much just stuck to booze, mainly beer, until I was 17. Weekends=drinking,period. If you weren't drinking, you weren't having fun. Started experimenting with other drugs, dated one of the biggest pot dealers in the town I grew up in, although I never really cared for pot. Not that I didn't smoke my share, but not my favorite. Done a little acid, not too much, coke and along came crystal meth. Oh boy. That one stuck. I didn't get all strung out, lose my teeth, trade sex for it or anything crazy. I did that one on and off until about 6 years ago. I was ok, though, because I was functioning on it. Held a job, paid my bills, no WAY was it an issue, because I was HANDILING it. ha. Ok, so fast forward to today. I have a wonderful husband, 3 gorgeous, healthy children, a job that I love, and yet it still isn't enough. I cannot just BE. Now, being 40, the partying scene has no appeal to me. Still like to have a good tiime, though. The man I married is quite the opposite of me, an introvert, but I love him SO much. We separated 3 times before we got married and the first time was because of pills. He knows all about my history, I was upfront about everything, and he even used to give me pills here and there when we first started dating, but then when he realized exactly how much I liked them and how many I was taking, all that stopped. He was raised the COMPLETE opposite of me, in church, loving close family. He's happy just doing the basic things in life, where I am more outgoing and feel like I am missing out on things all the time. Like I'm not living my life to the fullest, which I am surely not, now. Anyhoo, so he left and I immediately stopped taking the pills. Don't even remember it being a deal no withdrawals. Or maybe I couldn't tell cuz I was so damned depressed and shocked. I was determined to get fit and get revenge, for I felt he wasn't justified in leaving me over pills, and lying about said pills. Remember, I don't have a problem, right? Well I stayed off them for awhile until around last May. We got back together and pills were the farthest thing from my mind. I started getting so bored with my life, wondering if I made the right choice marrying him. Could I be happy sitting home all the time, never trying new adventures? Man, this is getting long, but I feel better already getting it OUT to someone. Anyway, mom gave me some of her pills and they were awesome. I'd had percocet before but these badboys were awesome. You want to sit at home and watch Netflix all weekend, honey? SURE. I'm all warm and fuzzy and everything is right with the world, so you bet. Damn some adventures. Lets call in some food too, cuz I SHO love to eat on the pills. I'm gonna do better tomorrow. So I have gained 40 pounds in a year, everyday I say today is the day I'm going to do better, I'm going to reclaim my life. Every f**king day I find some stupid *** excuse to take more. Until they're gone. I have NO sex drive, which I didn't have much of one before the pills but they have killed what was left of it. Its not fair to my man. My mom is of course worried. She's seen me quit so many other things, smoking cigs, meth, that she says she knows I will quit before it gets too bad. I've told her before to be firm with me, tell me NO if I ask, and she says she can't. I CANNOT TELL MY HUSBAND. He will most definitely leave me and I love him and I know I can be happy again, if I lose this weight and get this junk out of my system. How will I stay off of them. Did I mention my mom lives right down the street. I have got to find a way to do this on my own. I know a lot of people go to meetings and such but I can't do that. We live in a small town and my kids and I would be ruined if people found out about my dirty little secret. I'm scared to death just typing this, hoping no one will see. I would say taking my moms pills when she needs them is pretty much rock bottom. So what do you got for me folks? If I still have anybody reading?! I know about the good old withdrawals, which are HELL but I am ready to start. She has pills left and I WILL NOT DO this again this month to my poor mom. Its just like something else takes over completely. I hate feeling so out of control. And I know my hubs has got to be suspecting something. The same time every month, I feel like death, start drinking more after work than I did, can't effin sleep. But around that 5th day, when music starts sounding so damn good again, and I'm teary eyed from a song. (or from an animal rescue commercial on tv, or a tree getting cut down ; it doesn't take much for me then..lol, I have hope. TV is better, I'm not just staring at it in a dumb stupor, zombified on FB while watching something. My feelings are trying to peek through, and then I find myself thinking tooooo much and I don't like what's all in my head. Guilt, guilt and more guilt, every damn little bad thing I've ever done in my life comes flooding in. And I want to quit this time and not turn to beer everynight. I just want to be happy in my own skin. Or when somethings funny and I feel like I'm really laughing, not just going through the motions like the guy in Click. I WANT that. So, I have Tyrosine, Restless Legs, a few Ambien the doc wrote me because its the ONLY thing that will even get me a couple hours sleep. Anything new? Oh, I take Lexapro daily, as well. I got an audiobook yesterday about addiction that I will start soon. It ***** doing everything in secret, but I got myself into this mess, I will get out of it. I feel like I'm forgetting something, but this is enough for now. my first post is a book, sorry guys and thanks for letting me get my secret out to someone. I just took my last one about an hour ago. Wish me luck.
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