"Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades". That saying is what I've got stuck in my head right now. I've tried to quit before, many times. Some of them while on this site. I'd say "with no luck", but it doesn't have anything to do with luck. It has to do with me hiding behind pills in order to avoid my life, and with me finding excuses to use. Like now. Day 1 means I'm going to be messy right up until Christmas. One side of my head says "just use a few pills to get you through, then quit in the new year", while the other side says "yah, because THAT works...just ask anyone who's ever been on a diet, or tried to quit smoking, or, well, anything".
So hello, Day 1. Again for the first time. We met just this past Saturday, I didn't think I'd see you again so soon. And it does always feel like the first time. As if I don't know what's coming. As if I've never been sick. Oh, no. Drug brain says "this is the worst thing you are ever going to go through and you will die and everything is wrong". Stupid drug brain. And stupid overuse of quotation marks, while I'm here.
Harumph.
To answer the two questions that get asked here of new (or new to you) posters:
What and how much: In short? YES. I'm a binger. I have prescriptions for both 90ct 10/325 hydros, and 90ct 50mg trams. I take one prescription until they're all gone, then the other until they're all gone, and still end up up a creek for a week at least every month. Math away.
What am I going to do differently this time? Not use anymore. Sorry, too obvious? Ok. I'm going to a) recognize and make active choices based on the understanding that my mind seeks outside things to heal my pain but, much like validation, it's something that must come from within and b) I've got a psychiatrist appt, who will help me with depression and anxiety and can refer me to a psychologist to deal with the non-chemical bits that have gone pear-shaped. P.S. No suboxone for me.
Gah. Crabby. Positive attitude FAIL.