So here I am approaching my 27th birthday in less that a week, and addicted to opiates. It started out with the vics' I was sent home with after a surgery and really just never stopped. Now, it seems like it's whatever opiate, doesn't matter, as long as within the next 45 mins after taking it, I will feel at least somewhat "normal and be up and off the couch". Does anyone out there ever wonder to themselves what it would feel like just to feel "normal", again?? For me, I can't even remember what it feels like to wake up in the morning and actually have the self motivation to get up and start the day. What my life has amounted to lately is waking up and popping at least a handful of percs just to feel "normal"... I really makes me sick to think about it all. I would consider the "old me" a somewhat successful person, graduated with a degree, socially accepted, a good mother, loving wife. It's insane how these drugs will take ahold of a person. My family has up to this point had no idea about my nasty way of life. I decided just to tell my Mom. She's agreed to take the kids for the weekend at least. I will be at home, trying to slay this dragon, kill the monkey on my back if you will.... I'm going to give this whole "Thomas recipie a whirl and hope that it helps at least a little bit. Anyone who's ever been there knows the whole deal, not even being able to force your butt to get up off the couch, sleepless nights, restless legs, even worse days. So not looking forward to this. My mother says why not just taper down?? Yeah, easier said than done. I really think the only way for me is to just do it. So here's to me, wish me luck and all of that jazz, because I'm jumping in feet first. Thank God for this sight, it's a real inspiration to see that so many others are or have experienced the exact same thing, props to those of you who are "on the wagon", hopefully I'll be joining you soon:)