O.K. So, yesterday I was reading the forums. I creep around on here a lot. I don't post often, but I read several times a day. I saw a post by Dafishman, and I felt compelled to share something with you all. 41 days ago, I took my last hydrocodone. To be honest, at the time I did not believe I would make it past week one. A couple weeks before that, I was posting on here to get some help. I told everyone about how I had a "friend" that was selling them to me. I was pretty much paying her rent with how many I bought every month. I was pathetic. I had hit my own personal rock bottom. She continued to call me, and I could not find the strength to tell her that I would not talk to her anymore. It never dawned on me that she was essentially helping me kill myself. Here is my point. So, I came on here to speculate if I should buy one more time from her. I would have to take out another loan against my credit card to get the $800-$1000 I needed. I would be lying for yet another month to all of my family. I would be prolonging my detox, but I did not care. I wanted one more month. Furthermore, I wanted the people on here to tell me it was OK to have one more month. After all, it's just one more month, right? After three years of constant use, what was one more month going to hurt? So, I posted this, and I waivered as to when I was going to quit. I was thinking how I just couldn't quit. Someone posted back that I should just get the pills and taper next month. One more time. Then, I got a post from Dafishman. He basically said to suck it up and pick a quit date. One more month was unacceptable. In short, he told me that the people here could not help me if I was not ready. That I needed to do this for myself. Tell the "friend" to go away and get off the pills. No excuses. I was thinking that he might have been the meanest person ever. I got so defensive, and decided he was a jerk and did not understand me or my situation. Then, I started thinking about how right he was. For some reason, even though it angered me, his post was what I needed to hear. I called her that night and ended the only source I had for pills. I told her to go **** herself. Then, I picked a quit date, and with the help of a friend, I stuck to that, too. The first 25 or so were so hard. I was depressed. I felt nothing. I thought I would never come out of it. Nothing made me happy. I couldn't watch a movie or read or play games. I was grey matter. Then, one day, I woke up. The clouds lifted, and I started to like those things again. I was watching Lifetime and I was really into the movie.....sober. I stopped feeling the need to replace the pills with drinking. I could just be. Be in a room by myself. Be quit. Have peace. To this day, each week gets better. I am still a beginner, and I know I have a long road ahead, but it is nice to have some peace. In short, Dafishman gave me that push I needed to get over it and help myself. I could never thank him enough for that. To this day, I check his posts all the time to see how he is doing. I like his no nonsense attitude. Just do it. Like Nike. That's what he told me. Then he said, "We can't be your cheerleaders if you don't get in the game." Well, Dafishman, I am in the game, and I know you are, too. So, thank you. You might have saved my life.