I am an addict. I began writing this as a way to cope with withdrawal symptoms whilst coming off the Methadone program. It follows my progress, or lack thereof, over 2 years. It's more of a bunch of slices of life tied together with psychosis than any kind of narrative. Its not intended as a guide, self help apparatus or instructional manual. It was never intended to be read, but the longer it got the more I imagined a reader. It is in dire need of editing. My hope is that it will inspire laughter in folks like me who recognise the insanity of addiction, that it will serve as a cautionary tale to anyone considering a life of drug use, that it will provide hope for those stuck inside the life and that it will maybe inspire empathy in those who have loved ones who are struggling with drugs and immaturity. I really hope you will look kindly on me after this is all said and done.So, it came as a final and defining act of complete disregard for my welfare, particularly after a month or so of the worst drug sickness I have ever known, when ... The drug is called aquot;suboxoneaquot;, just in case you are ever in a similar jam. ... As the Drs waffled on about reductions and tapering doses they completely ignored the fact that as a result of my growing incapacity to deal with the defects in my own head, the methadone was fast becoming a deadly liability and that I was much safer, anbsp;...
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