I subjected myself to 4 weeks an extreme hellish torture I am now Non opiate dependent

I was very high tolerance heroin addict daily for 2 years I could afford it and I liked it. How opiate roll is the next dose takes more to reach the same effect. And his opiates is eventually there will some form mismatch involving environmental or physiological that effects how you dose was metabolized and overdose occurs.

I was beginning to mix glad was afraid went up opioid dependence dr. I was put on 600 mg morphine time release a day to about serious withdrawal. About a year of no heroin I switched from the morphine to 8 mg Suboxone and over the next 15 months gradually taper down to 1 mg. Withdrawal sentence were very close to full-blown when you taper after a milligram. I made 2 topers after 1 mg both tapers pretty much full-blown withdrawal for 12 days. I just stopped at 500 µg suboxone and did not expect what was coming.

It was worse than I thought longer than I thought way longer than I thought, but you don’t end for three weeks of straight chronic sickness.

Akasthesia tha latex almost 4 weeks felt like large snakes were crawling under my skin. I could not sleep. I stepped up approximately 6 to 7 hours in a month probably just enough to avoid death..

Today it’s been over 3 weeks without any Suboxone and I’m still dealing with sweat and I still have the psychological phase coming when my brain will be void of neurotransmitters and protiens that bring joy.

There is still likely have separating occurring with my proteins suboxone bonds at highest affinity of any opioid and unbinds very slow because of this as to why the withdrawal is so long compared to heroin or morphine. My addiction developed gradually over the spand 2 decade with Numerous failed attempts and a gratefulness I never encountered fentanyl on my journey R.I.P 🥀This time at 50 years of age my will to be freed kept me going I had to accept death could occur and does to many who attempt and I stayed as busy as I could and I got past the insomnia and the restless leg syndrome that is torture.

I’m free

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