John Adams4 said:Whether I think it’s a joke or not doesn't really matter.
The point is to give this guy who started the thread some actual, useful advice.
I’ve said this once before, and I’ll say it again.
Run. Get away from everything, leave it all behind, and start over—whether you go solo or find a partner, whatever works for you.
You could check into a rehab facility and follow their program, or you could move far away and manage your recovery on your own terms while building a new life in the process.
Personally, I’d recommend the second option.
I’m 63 years old now. I was an alcoholic for about ten years, from age 14 or 15 until I was 27. Back then, with our American blue-collar work ethic, people would start drinking at 6:00 AM, sometimes for days on end. It nearly cost me my marriage, because you just can't live with or trust an alcoholic.
I started over with my wife in 1969 after moving to Australia. Before we joined up, she made sure I had actually quit back in 1968. I lived in Denver at the time and fought that battle entirely on my own without any outside help.
Alcoholism is no different than using drugs; anyone saying otherwise is mistaken. Most people just hate being called an alcoholic or having to admit it.
Smoking is another massive health risk. So many people die young without ever realizing it was the combination of smoking and alcohol that did them in.
What do I have to do with Narcoticar?
Ever since 1970, I’ve dealt with chronic back pain and had a failed laminectomy at L5/S1. Since Australia didn't have the social safety nets we see here, I had to return to work just six weeks after surgery, even though the standard recovery is usually six months.
For 23 years, I worked through the pain by using prescribed Narcotike. They were fully authorized by the government, so I took whatever was necessary: Codeine, Morphine, whether it was via injection, liquid, or pills. I kept about ten Pethidine injections at home to use whenever I needed them. I also used various medications for Depression that act on the nerves to dull the pain, along with methadone.
I still take those Narcotike today, managing them carefully just so I can function, work, and maintain a normal life.
They haven't helped me, and they won't help me now. I had another unsuccessful spinal surgery, and I still can't walk long distances. As I said, even being a carpenter didn't save me.
I take Narcotike alongside combinations of depressants and anxiety tablets—sometimes 25 to 30 pills a day—but I’ve never crossed the line where I can't drive or lose consciousness of my actions.
There is a specific line where someone becomes a true addict—someone who just relaxes into the usage and stops caring about the consequences. Unfortunately, those people are lost causes.
Some people have to take a drug even if it provides very little pain relief; perhaps if they took four times the dose, they'd spiral into the irreversible
life of a drug addict.
There are days when I feel like taking all hundred of these pills at once, but the thought of my wife, my sons, and my grandkids gives me the strength to face another day or night.
Not to mention, I’m dealing with about ten different serious health issues, including using a CPAP machine for sleep apnea and being a victim of asbestosis.
Everyone has the inner strength to quit—alcohol, nicotine (I quit smoking 60 to 80 cigarettes a day), or drugs. But it depends on individual willpower. Personally, I have to do everything myself without assistance. Some people need support; we are all different. I couldn't handle group therapy; I'm just too much of an individual.
I know what it means to stop using drugs, because I had to taper off various Narcotike and depressants through a pain clinic just so I could transition to new medications. I've been through hell for the last two years, and now I find myself right back where I was two years ago, topped off with two more lumbar surgeries at L4-L5 and L4-L3.
Reading through some of your posts, my advice is simple: don't give up. You haven't hit rock bottom yet, and help is always within reach. Just remember, there’s always someone out there facing an even tougher fight than yours.
Good luck. Drop the stuff you don't actually need. You aren't "sick"—you just got caught up in something that isn't serving you. Don't stall. Stop saying "I'll deal with it tomorrow," because that tomorrow never actually shows up.
🙂 😎