I’m nearing my second week of withdrawals, horrible opiate withdrawals. The worst imaginable. Suboxone withdrawals.
I never realized my state of mind until I stopped, though. I’m glad I did, even though the last week of my life has been utter hell. Sweating, cramps, restlessness, insomnia, fever, lethargy… I’ve slept no more than 2-3 hours a night for the past week straight. It’s ridiculous.
I’m 1,500 miles away from home, in a low-rent apartment, and all I have is $7.00. My brother won’t come through for me, as much as he says he “will”. I always thought people would help support me when I needed it. I guess I was mostly wrong. At least I have a roommate who is also in the same state of being….