I'm writing this out of...shame. Out of despair. Out of anger towards myself for not taking care of my body. I'm a marathon runner who had a serious achilles tendon injury about six years ago. I was prescribed hydrocodone. I am still taking it. If I may, I will tell you a little about my relationship with this drug...
For starters, I work in fitness. I preach healthy living, clean diet, exercise. I never ever thought I would end up with a drug problem. But my anxiety...my depression...my obsession with exercise and body weight all contributed to what is now a relationship with this drug. The first time I tried it, all of my feelings of low self-esteem and just...never being comfortable in my own skin...those feelings disappeared. I remember thinking (after taking my prescribed dose) 'I feel no pain in my heel, but wow...I also feel great about life'...I was naive to this drug. I didn't want to do physical therapy at the time because I was afraid I would be told to stop running (not gonna happen) or stop working out so much (again, not gonna happen). In the beginning, my anxiety and depression were lifelong illnesses that I didn't know much about treating, and then I discovered exercise during high school. It is true, that working out does release endorphins that boost your self-confidence and just feeling better about yourself. Then the injury came along, and in order to keep working out as much, I needed this drug. All this led to a cycle I am currently in, and I'm sick of it.
I compare my relationship to hydrocodone to a romance. I fell in love six years ago. Then that love kind of hit a plateau - the honeymoon was over, 'take one as needed' wasn't enough anymore. Now I needed 2 a day. Then 3. Then 6. At this point, it's no longer doing anything for me physically, but there's this feeling of...security? I feel like I have to have it because this drug has always been there for me, unconditionally, whether it was there in a good way or not. But at this point, it's no longer giving me that euphoria or happiness that I have seemed to be in search of all my life. Socially I've always felt awkward. Being gay does not help. I have never met anyone special and (likely due to the low percentage the gay population represents) it's hard to even imagine falling in love. Working out and pain pills filled that void.
My question to any of you who've experienced what I have - there has to be someone who knows what I'm talking about...what do I do now? When I go to the doctor, I know this sounds funny, but I feel like I'm trying to score cocaine in some downtown alley. I feel like he's 'on to me'. But at the same time, I know that hydrocodone isn't doing it anymore for me. I want to get off of it. I want to be free from this dependence. I have two fills left, and I think those two fills would give me enough time to learn how to taper off slowly, gradually, until I don't crave or need them anymore. I would like to know how you did it, and what life is like now. I watch 'Intervention' all the time and see people who are addicted to all these drugs. Some episodes I can completely relate to, and while I would be scared to death to go to a treatment centre, I would love to have supportive people all around me to help me get through this. Problem is, I'm a closet pain pill user. People in my life would never in a million years think I would do this. The internet is going to have to be my meeting space in terms of positive messages and help.
Thanks.