So here's the sad truth. 1 week into treatment, which is really nothing, and a 3 weeks back, clean. As I replay the tape still I struggle to see much hope. I used most recently to keep from doing much worse. From taking irreversible, live ending action. I regret overdosing. I regret the lives affected. I'm happy the police found me and revived me. At the same time, if I had to do it all over, yet under the exact same circumstances, I wouldn't change the fact that I used fentanyl. I wasn't going to make it through the pain that day. Not under those circumstances.
I spoke with one of the psychologists here and we kinda got into it a bit. She clearly wasn't hearing me and that's OK. She caught herself and apologized. After learning a bit more about the circumstances she actually was able to understand why I made the choice I did and why I still felt the way I do about it.
"You need more experiences, you need a positive experience or 50. Where you have that kind of pain and aren't ready to do anything including unalive to silence the pain.
So my dilemma is this... 20yrs of this pain and I don't think that sprt of experience exists.
The whole ordeal has me questioning everything. I don't dwell on it because there isn't hope in those thoughts. I also don't want to just forget about it and end up in a similar predicament.
I wish someone had the magic answer. I'm tired of no one having any answers that give hope to my situation. If I got my sleep under control, maybe that would be enough. Even this, however, has not improved, despite daily doc visits and multiple changes in meds.