In 2008, I was prescribed LORTABI to keep me out of pain in my knee for 3 months before scheduled surgery. Needless to say, I became an addict for 2 1/2 years - finding any way possible to acquire my drug, including lying to doctors, friends and family, among other things. I quit cold turkey from taking about a dozen 10/500 hydrocodones a day. Yeah, the physical withdrawals were gone in about 4 or 5 days, but the emotional part of it, or PAWS (Post Accute Withdrawal Syndrome), never fully went away, but after a year with the right support, medication and confidence, I started feeling a difference around month 10. I was proud of myself and so were all the ones that stuck by me. Week 13 came along, March 2012, and I visited my mothers house, who herself is 68-years-old and serious pain issues and scheduled surgeries in so many parts of her body. By the way, I am a 37-year-old male with a beautiful wife, two beautiful children whom I love so much, and a job where I am definitely not rich, but earn enough to give my family the life they deserve. Anyway, at my mothers house, I helped her get out of bed and after she left her room, her side drawer I noticed, was partially open and I could make out a few bottles of meds. I quickly looked through each one, finally finding the one that the addict I am was looking for; 7.5/500 hydrocodone...WOW! (you know that feeling? Better than finding a stack of hundred dollar bills). I opened it. There weren't much that I could take and wouldn't have been noticeable, but I think I got away with about 7 pills. I spent that day with the family, and it was great! A rebirth again, no more anxiety and the energy of a hungry cheetah. I felt like every minute of the rest of my life was worth waiting for. By the time the next day came along, I woke up with no pills, but still happy, convincing myself that it was like having a couple of drinks at a party and that I learned how to control it. Today has been about 2 1/2 months and I'm up to about 12 pills of 10/500 a day already, but the effect of the drug is almost completely gone and I just take them to function. Last weekend, I went through 2 days of withrawal while waiting for Monday to get my refill, and even after such a short amount of time, it even felt more intense, which seemed unusual. The point is, I am soooooo angry, ashamed and unforgiving to myself for causing this harm to my family and worried about what to do next. Yes, my family around me were at first very angry and disappointed with me, but they finally decided to give some moral support. I still haven't forgiven myself. I try weening off each day with the help of my wife. She hides the bottle and gives me 6 pills a day and will gradually reduce it by 1 pill each week. The problem is that I haven't told my wife that I took a few pills out and hid them in the car too. This is her second time dealing with me and I don't think she will take a lie like that right now. Anyway, I was supposed to go to a Methadone Treatment Center today at 5am. But after reading how it's not designed for hydrocodone withrawals, but more for heroin. Is it true? I don't want to get yoked. What to do?