I'm about to relapse, please help!

If you aren't actually talking to me, why bother quoting my post? It makes it impossible to tell when someone is addressing me directly versus just shouting into the void at everyone else.

EDIT: Actually, why am I even stressing about this? LOL...

Alexander Lewis said:Let’s get one thing straight: I have nothing but contempt for drugs.
To me, this whole social services situation feels like pure state-sponsored fascism—just total government overreach at the individual level. If a woman is functioning perfectly fine and taking care of her child, where on earth does the state get the authority to harass her with intrusive inspections and constant threats? Honestly, this is just another reason why people are opting out of parenthood: you can't raise a family when you're constantly dodging state terror.

That isn't fascism; they're looking out for the child. They need to step in if she won't seek treatment.

What nonsense. A woman can be functioning fine and caring for her child while simultaneously being on heroin.

The best move would be for her to get treatment so she can actually parent properly. If she doesn't, then at least the state ensures the child is taken care of.

Noah Sanchez7 said:@Ciara, if you felt targeted or anything like that, then you really don't get where I'm coming from.

My whole point isn't that I have an issue with people taking anxiolytics, antidepressants, xanax, or whatever else—but I also don't have an issue with someone using heroin. My main point is specifically that those who rely on prescription meds shouldn't be judging addicts, because at the end of the day, they're both just dealing with dependency.

Furthermore, I want to prove that a person has the right to be vulnerable, the right to try to help themselves, and the right to do so on their own terms without needing a doctor's permission.

I also want to show that for some people, addiction is a life path they've chosen, not just some tragic mistake. You don't have to respect that choice, but you shouldn't judge it either.
Someone choosing the "path of least resistance" might be viewed as "lesser" on some moral hierarchy compared to someone taking the "hard road"—which we could call the righteous path—but that doesn't give anyone the right to condemn or cast them aside. We aren't living in the Middle Ages,
or in a society based on slavery.

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Here’s a simple example: Did you know that under certain laws here in the US, you can actually face up to a year in prison just for growing a single plant in your garden? One single plant!!
Now I ask you, how does that hold up against common sense?
Who actually has the authority to arrest me just because I'm growing a plant in my backyard, even if I plan to smoke it later?

A life path? What... is that... like a lifestyle or something? Honestly, it feels like more twisted logic and defeatism—much like that argument about mothers abandoning their children, which is a parallel that is totally out of place here. Besides, looking at this thread, I haven't noticed anyone actually judging. Sure, you might see a stray, half-baked comment from someone who clearly hasn't a clue what they are talking about, but those comments are minor enough that you forget them five minutes after reading. Most people who jumped in to reply to George Ramirez11 didn't explicitly or implicitly express any kind of judgment. We aren't ten-year-olds, after all; many of us have been through the wringer, and many of us are stuck in the trenches and might not get out for a long time (if ever). It’s highly unlikely that anyone seriously discussing this intends to judge. The goal was simply to offer advice to this woman—who clearly is feeling it deeply and needs help, even if she doesn't quite know what or how, but she *wants* to live, she *wants* to love. This isn't about saying, "you're a loser" or "you're a bitch" or whatever. Living with an addict is incredibly painful—it can drive you to hate that person from the bottom of your soul because they've shattered everything you had—but a person can't survive long with that kind of hatred. Eventually, you realize how much it eats you up inside, that it isn't healthy, and that it leads nowhere. And besides, addiction can happen to anyone. So, I really don't believe anyone came here to feed their ego or vent aggression toward addicts.

Noah Sanchez7... I see you have a lot to say, but perhaps we are drifting a bit too far from the heart of this topic? Maybe it would be better if you started your own thread—or better yet... do you have a blog? Make one! Or write a book? Devise a reality show? Something like a parody of those celebrity rehab shows, only... "The Life and Times of Noah Sanchez."

I suppose I'll jump in too, though I'm not sure what else there is to say. Hang in there, George Ramirez11, and I truly hope you make the decision that is best for you and your entire family. I know, it sounds cliché, but: from the bottom of my heart, stay strong!😘

Dammit. I don't even get why you're asking—you already know what you need to do. Any idiot can sit around giving advice or acting like a philosopher, but at the end of the day, you're the one stuck with your own intuition. Personally, I love to party and get high, but I keep it within reason. You’ve gotta pull yourself out of that mess, but honestly, if there's a damn good reason behind the struggle, it's worth the fight. Look into rehab, find a solid recovery program (doesn't have to be some intense commune thing), and just completely overhaul your lifestyle. Good luck.

No, I wasn't talking about lifestyle. That would just be silly, crude, and pathetic.

The issue here is that the culture in this area is such that the mere mention of the word drugs makes people recoil in disgust, without them actually knowing or understanding what they're talking about.

Yesterday, some Jehovah's Witnesses knocked on my door and left a brochure. My mom just commented on how they're a cult, saying they proselytize and that I should stay far away from them. 🙄
The word "cult," in any form used by the public, carries a negative connotation, even when people don't know an absolute thing about cults beyond the label itself.

As far as I know, in the US, the term "drugs" covers both medication and illicit substances. To me, that's a much more accurate way to define the concept.
If you look up the definition of "drug," you'll see it actually refers to a medicinal substance—which it is—but we humans are so "smart" that we try to ban every single therapeutic substance. 👎
Of course, since it's a medicinal substance with a pleasant effect, human nature dictates that it's perfectly normal to want more and more.
And ultimately, if you lack the ability to control that desire, you become a slave.

Thread jacking...
There are certain rules for how this forum should operate—rules that seem to mean less and less to people lately—and frankly, it feels like this entire section (Psychology) is losing its purpose.

This isn't some broad discussion about drug addiction... this thread is specifically about George Ramirez11 and her situation.
This conversation goes beyond anyone's idle chatter regarding escapism or whatever else; it is
a thread dedicated to a specific individual seeking actual help and support...
...it is not a playground for everyone's opinions—nor is it a battlefield for intellectual crusades.
Out of basic decency toward the person who started this, any debate on general values should be moved to the designated threads for addiction and substance abuse...

George Ramirez11, if you're still around somewhere... let us know how things are going...

Signing off...over and out...

If you honestly believe you can stay composed enough—or heaven forbid, keep your kid from doing something reckless during a crisis or a massive panic attack—without your meds, then by all means, give up the habit... BUT if you're terrified of that happening, just let your son stay with his grandma under her care until you’ve actually gotten clean. Try pulling it off that way instead.

...good luck...

George Ramirez11 herself mentioned that weaning off methadone worked fine for her, though the real struggle kicks in down the road. I’m in no position to recommend a rehab center—I don't trust their methods at all—but my advice is to get back on the methadone, cling to your social worker like your life depends on it until she secures you a decent psychologist or psychiatrist (I suspect you’ve dealt with Sakoman before, and frankly, he is someone I would highly recommend), and simply refuse to budge.
The cold truth is that absolutely none of the advice being thrown around here will mean a damn thing until you make the decision yourself. Once you finally commit and build a foundation, once you find a support system to stand behind you, even that tea someone suggested might actually do something. 😉
Furthermore, letting your child stay with their grandmother for a while while you try to get your life together isn't a bad idea; no matter how much you love that little one, right now is the time to save yourself, because that is the only way you will ultimately save them.
And again—be relentless. Tell them you can do this and insist upon it. When you need help, throw your pride out the window, forget everything else, and beg if you have to; it is the only way you will actually be there to watch your child grow up.
Moreover, if you truly believe you are being a great mother right now, you won't be able to claim that title in a few years if you keep going down this path. And do you really want your little one to end up in the foster care system?
Come on, you can do this. I am wishing you every bit of luck. 👍

Noah Sanchez7 said:@Ciara, if you felt targeted or anything like that, then you really don't get where I'm coming from.

My whole point isn't that I have an issue with people taking anxiolytics, antidepressants, xanax, or whatever else—but I also don't have an issue with someone using heroin. My main point is specifically that those who rely on prescription meds shouldn't be judging addicts, because at the end of the day, they're both just dealing with dependency.

Furthermore, I want to prove that a person has the right to be vulnerable, the right to try to help themselves, and the right to do so on their own terms without needing a doctor's permission.

I also want to show that for some people, addiction is a life path they've chosen, not just some tragic mistake. You don't have to respect that choice, but you shouldn't judge it either.
Someone choosing the "path of least resistance" might be viewed as "lesser" on some moral hierarchy compared to someone taking the "hard road"—which we could call the righteous path—but that doesn't give anyone the right to condemn or cast them aside. We aren't living in the Middle Ages,
or in a society based on slavery.

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Here’s a simple example: Did you know that under certain laws here in the US, you can actually face up to a year in prison just for growing a single plant in your garden? One single plant!!
Now I ask you, how does that hold up against common sense?
Who actually has the authority to arrest me just because I'm growing a plant in my backyard, even if I plan to smoke it later?

Oh, you are: you're owned by the drug!
Your posts are nothing more than the glorification of your own choices—namely, drugs!
Look, I'll give you credit for choosing to live that way, but only as long as you aren't hurting anyone else! And you *are* causing harm, simply through these destructive posts of yours.
But the author's child didn't get a choice in the matter!
Your little philosophy regarding free will doesn't apply here.
Every single person—whether it's a government agency or an individual—has a right to protect that child!
And for the mother, that protection is her absolute priority!
The facts presented in these threads (and I mean that with respect to the authors) are things a mother needs to sit with and reflect on. They carry extra weight because they're coming from addicts themselves.
As someone who is sober, these posts have opened up entirely new perspectives for me...
And as a mother, my heart goes out to the author; I truly hope she finds the strength to pull through!
Parents sacrifice all sorts of things for the sake of their children. Especially mothers, because
giving birth is the easy part—the hardest thing is carrying the weight of responsibility for a child who never asked to be brought into this world!
Regardless of how much of a hellish nightmare detoxing is, I believe love and responsibility for a child should always win out!

Chris Peterson53 said:Oh, you are: you're owned by the drug!
Your posts are nothing more than the glorification of your own choices—namely, drugs!
Look, I'll give you credit for choosing to live that way, but only as long as you aren't hurting anyone else! And you *are* causing harm, simply through these destructive posts of yours.
But the author's child didn't get a choice in the matter!
Your little philosophy regarding free will doesn't apply here.
Every single person—whether it's a government agency or an individual—has a right to protect that child!
And for the mother, that protection is her absolute priority!
The facts presented in these threads (and I mean that with respect to the authors) are things a mother needs to sit with and reflect on. They carry extra weight because they're coming from addicts themselves.
As someone who is sober, these posts have opened up entirely new perspectives for me...
And as a mother, my heart goes out to the author; I truly hope she finds the strength to pull through!
Parents sacrifice all sorts of things for the sake of their children. Especially mothers, because
giving birth is the easy part—the hardest thing is carrying the weight of responsibility for a child who never asked to be brought into this world!
Regardless of how much of a hellish nightmare detoxing is, I believe love and responsibility for a child should always win out!

I view this entire thread as an ethical question, but one rooted in reality.
If George Ramirez11 had come forward three years ago saying she wanted to have a baby while on probation, everyone would have assumed the kid would definitely be born with issues, which turned out not to be the case.
I think most people form their opinions based on what they've heard, rather than what they've felt. And they don't feel much because they've already been told something is dangerous or harmful, so they avoid it altogether.
That's their loss.

So here we are, entering a new millennium with the mindset that weed is the gateway to the path of death, self-destruction, and everything terrible imaginable...
But is weed really that? Are there other factors regarding it that we should consider?

I realize my opinion goes against the grain, but that won't stop me from thinking this way.
Even most of the problems caused by it stem from a lack of money to finish the job; if you have the funds, if you have the product, you aren't causing harm to
another living being.
As for harming myself, I don't see the point in arguing about it. It isn't selfish of me to "destroy" myself and thus affect my family; the selfish ones are those who judge my behavior in the first place.

So, you have every right to despise something, and I won't give you any grief for that, but you don't have the right to tell me I can't have a positive opinion about something—even if it were heroin..

Laura Martin73 said:That isn't fascism; they're looking out for the child. They need to step in if she won't seek treatment.

What nonsense. A woman can be functioning fine and caring for her child while simultaneously being on heroin.

The best move would be for her to get treatment so she can actually parent properly. If she doesn't, then at least the state ensures the child is taken care of.

Look, if social services had actually suspected for a second that my kid was unhappy or that I wasn't doing a good job, they would have snatched them away. Instead, they just believe me blindly—they assume I'm clean because the kid is smiling and happy and I look totally normal. So, please, don't jump to conclusions before you know anything.
Second thing: Everyone keeps talking about "slowly dying." My dad died from throat cancer—smoking, obviously—so I guess it's all my fault because he didn't have enough guts to just quit due to some "stupidity or weakness," right?? It’s awful; I watched him literally starve because the chemo burned his throat out. Maybe they should have taken custody from him then!?
Or... if I had AIDS, would it be my own fault for not telling my partner to use a condom?? And now I'm slowly dying... do I need to lose my child again???
Let's be clear, I've hit rock bottom more times than I can count. Like Noah Sanchez7 said, I seriously ran out of veins to use; even now, during pregnancy, they were pulling blood from my toe because they couldn't find a vein in my arm or neck. Now I use my nose, so I can't overdose easily, though sometimes there are days when I just take some Hep or Sbtx. So, this is a far cry from those days when I didn't even care if I woke up in the morning. You might think I'm just venting, but I know how I feel now compared to back when I used to take Prozac and Xanax and beg for the crying to stop like I was in an Ariel commercial.
Also, the state basically gives me permission to take whatever pills I want. Seriously, my social worker told me: "Go see a psychiatrist and let them cocktail you; if they have to prescribe 15 different types of meds just to make you feel like you're flying, so be it. You aren't pregnant anymore, after all!" Isn't that just hilarious and hypocritical?
Third thing—rehab isn't for everyone, and a therapist once told me that exact thing. I've already mentioned that unfortunately, I see more and more people sliding back into their old ways after years in recovery. Because what comes after? Don't underestimate the role of the state. Not everyone has the luxury to "change their environment," move away, and whatever else. I don't live in a massive metropolis where moving to a different neighborhood means nobody knows you. Hell, I have problems with a landlord who blames me for every single lightbulb that burns out in the hallway. Apparently, it's my fault because of some "sick or deviant" reason I have!!! It would be lovely if I could volunteer and help others, or if I had the money to start my own business for people like me... but I have to work to survive.
Fourth thing—my kid cries so hard on the other side of the door when I go to pee—which takes maybe a minute, bless them—that it takes me another half hour just to calm them down afterward.
And finally, the fifth thing—I'm sure you'll all have another thousand pieces of advice, but everything is so much easier in theory than in practice. Besides, rest assured, I have heard everything. Every single thing. I KNOW all of it! That's why I said at the beginning that I'm looking for support and encouraging words more than advice, because I doubt any more tips are going to help me much.
I'm not ungrateful, and I always hope someone will just pull a magic wand out of thin air and make everything easy, but... I have to do this myself. I wanted to be honest and feel a little bit of outside love because, like everyone else with problems, I am alone. At least for now, while the little one doesn't realize anything, and I won't let them ever feel my struggles.

I there's something else I need to point out. No matter how much people rail against discrimination, I notice that almost everyone—and honestly, you can probably view me as a bad mother to begin with, if you must—seems to think the same thing. And truth be told, Noah Sanchez7 is right; a few years back, most people would have told me to at least hold off on getting pregnant if I absolutely had to...
And frankly, if things keep going the way they are, that'll eventually become the "truth" as my kid grows up and becomes more aware of everything. But right now? I look at my son and I see a happy kid. We adore each other, and I’ll happily spend my last few bucks on some little outfit or a toy just to see him smile—that's what keeps me going. There are kids out there who will never have even a fraction of this, neither the love nor the stuff, because social workers will never bother visiting them since they never had issues with drugs or the law. Instead, you've got parents who head out for coffee and leave two toddlers locked in an apartment that, along with them, burns to the ground. Now, I know some people will say I'm just making excuses, but... no. I'll say it again: I know I can't keep living like this forever, but until then... my son is the true reflection of my motherhood.
Besides, I used to be on a cocktail of Hepar and Xanax, and I don't really remember most of that period very well—and I'd rather not remember the rest, honestly, because it doesn't feel like I was even myself. But now? They're actually letting me take that combination again... they're practically recommending it... if it keeps me away from the dope! So, you tell me.

I’m not saying you’re a bad mother, but you admitted it yourself—you know things can't keep going like this. And LOOK, I KNOW YOU HEARD EVERYTHING, but at some point, you have to make a call and actually do something about it.
I'm speaking from my own experience here.
It worked for me (though I didn't have a kid at the time, so you've got that extra layer of motivation), so why shouldn't it work for you?
I truly wish you the best of luck with getting an abortion, but I’m not going to sit here and coddle you... it's hard and it sucks no matter how you look at it. And I'll say it again—you don't really have a choice but to go through with it... damn it.

There’s really nothing to fear. If you aren't using drugs, you're clean. If you love your child and you are struggling with addiction, then go get help. That is honestly your best option...

George Ramirez11 said:Look, if social services had actually suspected for a second that my kid was unhappy or that I wasn't doing a good job, they would have snatched them away. Instead, they just believe me blindly—they assume I'm clean because the kid is smiling and happy and I look totally normal. So, please, don't jump to conclusions before you know anything.
Second thing: Everyone keeps talking about "slowly dying." My dad died from throat cancer—smoking, obviously—so I guess it's all my fault because he didn't have enough guts to just quit due to some "stupidity or weakness," right?? It’s awful; I watched him literally starve because the chemo burned his throat out. Maybe they should have taken custody from him then!?
Or... if I had AIDS, would it be my own fault for not telling my partner to use a condom?? And now I'm slowly dying... do I need to lose my child again???
Let's be clear, I've hit rock bottom more times than I can count. Like Noah Sanchez7 said, I seriously ran out of veins to use; even now, during pregnancy, they were pulling blood from my toe because they couldn't find a vein in my arm or neck. Now I use my nose, so I can't overdose easily, though sometimes there are days when I just take some Hep or Sbtx. So, this is a far cry from those days when I didn't even care if I woke up in the morning. You might think I'm just venting, but I know how I feel now compared to back when I used to take Prozac and Xanax and beg for the crying to stop like I was in an Ariel commercial.
Also, the state basically gives me permission to take whatever pills I want. Seriously, my social worker told me: "Go see a psychiatrist and let them cocktail you; if they have to prescribe 15 different types of meds just to make you feel like you're flying, so be it. You aren't pregnant anymore, after all!" Isn't that just hilarious and hypocritical?
Third thing—rehab isn't for everyone, and a therapist once told me that exact thing. I've already mentioned that unfortunately, I see more and more people sliding back into their old ways after years in recovery. Because what comes after? Don't underestimate the role of the state. Not everyone has the luxury to "change their environment," move away, and whatever else. I don't live in a massive metropolis where moving to a different neighborhood means nobody knows you. Hell, I have problems with a landlord who blames me for every single lightbulb that burns out in the hallway. Apparently, it's my fault because of some "sick or deviant" reason I have!!! It would be lovely if I could volunteer and help others, or if I had the money to start my own business for people like me... but I have to work to survive.
Fourth thing—my kid cries so hard on the other side of the door when I go to pee—which takes maybe a minute, bless them—that it takes me another half hour just to calm them down afterward.
And finally, the fifth thing—I'm sure you'll all have another thousand pieces of advice, but everything is so much easier in theory than in practice. Besides, rest assured, I have heard everything. Every single thing. I KNOW all of it! That's why I said at the beginning that I'm looking for support and encouraging words more than advice, because I doubt any more tips are going to help me much.
I'm not ungrateful, and I always hope someone will just pull a magic wand out of thin air and make everything easy, but... I have to do this myself. I wanted to be honest and feel a little bit of outside love because, like everyone else with problems, I am alone. At least for now, while the little one doesn't realize anything, and I won't let them ever feel my struggles.

Just excuses on top of excuses...

George Ramirez11 said:🙂 I'm a single mom to a wonderful two-year-old. That’s just the reality of things—my husband has been in prison for a year and a half now, and he'll be there for at least another year, maybe two more at most.
My struggle with heroin goes back about ten years. My little boy has everything he needs and then some; I honestly just adore him. I’ve never neglected him, though—to be fair, drugs don't even hit me the way they used to, so I don't really know where I stand with myself anymore. When I'm home, I'm just... normal. Even when I'm crashing, I haven't let it stop me from playing with my kid and giving him my full attention. If it comes down to it, the last cent I have is always spent on him if he needs something, never on getting high. I don't really have a social life, no shady characters hanging around the house, and I hardly ever go out. Maybe once a month, after I've finally gotten him to sleep, I'll sneak a hit somewhere, but even then, I'm glued to my phone just in case my mom calls because the little guy woke up. Long story short, I have one happy, hyperactive, giggly, playful kid who is just as head-over-heels for me as I am for him. When I actually have to leave the house for something, my mom (who lives with us) and I put on this whole little performance to distract him so he doesn't freak out. Otherwise, his crying just breaks me.
So, here's the thing. Two months ago, the police kicked our door down. They got a tip that I was dealing. They searched the place and found absolutely nothing, but—of course—they still managed to bring a caseworker from Child Protective Services right to my doorstep. Now I'm under supervision. These days, I'm basically signing away my rights (whether I want to or not) to comply with the oversight, and the whole process is starting...
Basically, the caseworker is going to contact me once a week to check if the kid is fed, clean, and all that. I can handle that part, but the other part is the problem. They’re going to drug test me whenever they feel like it. If I test positive, I lose custody. I won't say I'll lose my child, since custody would just go to my mother—whom I see and visit all the time anyway—but... still. I want to be a mother to my son. I don't know if people who haven't dealt with addiction can even wrap their heads around this. Even when the stakes are this high, I just can't seem to help myself. I guess I just don't have the willpower or the strength or whatever else it takes to stay clean for those few days needed to pass a test. I know I'm a good mom—honestly, better than a lot of them—but I don't know how to handle this. Losing custody isn't an option. Neither my son nor I would survive it.
How do I stay clean? Just to start—just to get through those first few days to pass the tests—and then we'll figure out the rest. I know I have to get rid of the drugs regardless of all this drama.
I'm not sure if any advice will actually help, but I know some support from people who actually understand the truth of this situation would go a long way...
Thanks.

I’d suggest seeing Dr. Sakoman over in Chicago, along with a lot of your own sheer willpower.

Noah Sanchez7 said:How can you not get that an addict has the right to be an addict and destroy themselves if they choose to.
It's their life, and it's their choice.
Am I in the same "mess" as you? Yeah, I am.
And you know what? I'm checking out now, and I'll go through rehab just so I can stop being a burden on my family. Once I feel like myself again, I'll just go right back to it and use until the day I die.

Because to me, a straight life is just as much of a disaster, so I might as well just swap one disaster for another..

They can ruin themselves, sure, but then they shouldn't have kids.
Because if they do, they drag them into all of this, and those kids don't have a choice.

Random thought: I actually just got back from a trip to the coast... they found this local guy there. He was on leave from the military for seven years already. They found him after two days, just lying there in his house. He was bloated and practically green from the heat, and apparently, a stray cat bit his finger and scratched his face.
Only four buddies from his unit showed up to the funeral (they were also on leave).
His elderly parents basically disowned him, though word is they're still paying for the service. They had been in the house to do an inventory check in case things went south, especially since he had some debts...
Aside from an old radio, a beat-up table, some plastic chairs, and a mattress, they couldn't find anything else. I really wonder where it all went.🤔
Is that really what life is?
He was only 32...

quiethound45 said:They can ruin themselves, sure, but then they shouldn't have kids.
Because if they do, they drag them into all of this, and those kids don't have a choice.

Random thought: I actually just got back from a trip to the coast... they found this local guy there. He was on leave from the military for seven years already. They found him after two days, just lying there in his house. He was bloated and practically green from the heat, and apparently, a stray cat bit his finger and scratched his face.
Only four buddies from his unit showed up to the funeral (they were also on leave).
His elderly parents basically disowned him, though word is they're still paying for the service. They had been in the house to do an inventory check in case things went south, especially since he had some debts...
Aside from an old radio, a beat-up table, some plastic chairs, and a mattress, they couldn't find anything else. I really wonder where it all went.🤔
Is that really what life is?
He was only 32...

Some people realize how bad things are when they hit rock bottom, while others—like the author here—just keep hunting for excuses and justifications...
She doesn't need to justify anything to us; she needs to justify it to herself and her kid...
If she actually gave a damn, she’d be making an effort instead of digging for excuses..

Rebecca Moore10 said:I’d suggest seeing Dr. Sakoman over in Chicago, along with a lot of your own sheer willpower.

I have my doubts about Sakoman... I know a girl who tried mixing Heptanon with God knows what else, and it didn't do a thing for her... much like how it fails 99% of other addicts.
I watch them walk out of Dr. Sakoman's office after he recommends they take 15 Heptanon tablets a day... then, after two or three years of steady usage, they go back for a check-up and the good doctor bumps them up to 20 tabs... and so on. I mean, hello?? How long does this cycle go on? And of course, it’s an open secret that besides consuming Heptanon in every possible way—crushing it, injecting it, you name it—they’re also selling it on the side, usually getting into scraps with local dealers in the process. No one here can tell me otherwise because I see it playing out every single day (it's my profession). They show up at the clinic, making a massive scene, trying to convince us they haven't received their daily dose yet... and it just goes on and on.

Then George Ramirez11 suggests that rehab isn't for everyone... Well, sure, it isn't for people who lack a serious intention to get clean and just want something extra to wreck their bodies with. Can someone please explain to me how taking 20 or 25 Heptanon tablets a day for years on end is considered "healthy"?

slywolf45 said:I have my doubts about Sakoman... I know a girl who tried mixing Heptanon with God knows what else, and it didn't do a thing for her... much like how it fails 99% of other addicts.
I watch them walk out of Dr. Sakoman's office after he recommends they take 15 Heptanon tablets a day... then, after two or three years of steady usage, they go back for a check-up and the good doctor bumps them up to 20 tabs... and so on. I mean, hello?? How long does this cycle go on? And of course, it’s an open secret that besides consuming Heptanon in every possible way—crushing it, injecting it, you name it—they’re also selling it on the side, usually getting into scraps with local dealers in the process. No one here can tell me otherwise because I see it playing out every single day (it's my profession). They show up at the clinic, making a massive scene, trying to convince us they haven't received their daily dose yet... and it just goes on and on.

Then George Ramirez11 suggests that rehab isn't for everyone... Well, sure, it isn't for people who lack a serious intention to get clean and just want something extra to wreck their bodies with. Can someone please explain to me how taking 20 or 25 Heptanon tablets a day for years on end is considered "healthy"?

You’re never going to be able to explain that to an addict who has no desire to quit...
and Sakoman 👎 👎 👎