Hello,
my name is maria, im 24 and i've never posted on any of these forums before. But i feel alone, more so that i have noone that can relate to what im going through, and besides , i dont think i would be completely honest, i dont do well with judgmental feedback i guess you can say. For over 2 years now, i have been taking percocet. I had 2 car accidents and ive always have bad back problems, since i was a child, with scoliosis, but even then i was an athlete, i did boxing and played softball. Fast forward , i met my husband to be when i was 19 , and he was 31, he was the best person i met in my life, always willing to help anyone, i figured maybe god blessed me since i had virtually no family and my mother was all i had after my grandmother died. Anyway im trying to make this short i really am!
But my fiance and i started as best friends and here we are now, he knows about what im going through, hes my best friend and tries his best to understand and not judge, which makes it worse because i feel like i didnt only mess myself up, im hurting my loved ones as well, thankfully hes been extremely supportive, so much that i was surprised, although i think he blames himself, see, the 2 accidents that put my back at its worse was with him driving, and i swear it, it wasnt his fault, the second accident, if he didnt act as fast as he did i would be dead.
Well, i started taking the 5mg, half 3 times a day, that was over 2 years ago, i cant afford injections , or surgeries, so my only option to not be in pain is the meds. i cant even count how many times my back went out in public and my fiance had to carry me out, now im up to 60mg a day.
I didnt realize what i did to myself, until one day i ran out, see, i would just take them as normal whenever i had pain, of course over the years my tolerance built up and i had to take more, the day i ran out was hell!!! Cold sweats, shivers, the bathroom trips, ever movement felt dull, and my legs were close to numb, it was the scariest thing ive ever been through, i didnt know this would happen, well i refused to believe it would, and ive done well enough to educate myself to know im going through withdrawal. I tried stopping but my body reacts soo badly, the best ive been able to so is cut down a bit, needless to say im terrified, will this ever get better? Will the fact that ive been on them for so long mean detox will never happen?