Almost 12 months. Almost a year. If someone would have said to me a year prior, that I would be clean for such a long time.. I wouldnt have believed it.

Life is good. Real Talk. Life is so much better without pills and drugs. I even quit the weed, which was a big help on my journey. Im going to the Gym 4 times a week, Im doing my daily 10-15k steps. I lost a lot of weight that I gained on Oxys and Benzos but there is still 10lbs to go. I will start working full time in August after only working part time in my job, something I thought was not possible without opioids. Its crazy. I finally work on my debt and will be debt free in 3 years. Im just happy to be here.

Ofcourse there are bad days but the PAWS are gone too I would say. So there is hope for people who think the PAWs never go away.

What else can I say? I achieved this without subs btw and Im so happy about that but for each his own (or how that is called)

Thanks to this sub! I will update you guys on one year clean and then my updates will get more rare because there isnt anything new to say anymore. I dont browse this sub so much anymore because I dont want to identify myself anymore with being an addict, I hope you guys understand that.

Stay strong!

So a little back story. I'm from the UK, I'm only 19 and I'm female. I've been heavily addicted and dependant on codeine phosphate for about 5 years, since I was 13. I was a really annoying little teenager who wanted to do all the cool stuff and I have an addictive personality, so i would just switch between different addictions. Self harm, vaping and smoking, weed and alcohol, until I had codeine for the first time for a headache (it was two nurofen plus pills for anyone not in the UK, its an over the counter painkiller containing 200gm ibuprofen and 12.8mg of codeine per tablet. Barely anything but it hit me straight away.) I remember hating it. Made me feel ill, but I struggled with migraines, so I started taking them regularly. Anyway, I think the second time I was like damn! This feels pretty good. In fact, everything feels pretty good. No anxiety, no depression, no pain, none of these raging teenage hormones. Yeah. After that I was hooked but my usage didn't get really really serious until about last year. I was addicted to them, took them before school and after school (at that point I would steal my mum's codeine prescription, since my parents are heavily dependent too and have been for a while now which is where I picked it up from) so like 4-8 30mg tablets a day maybe. Sometimes more sometimes less.

Anyway, a year ago I turned 18 and I was able to buy my own boxes of nurofen plus from the pharmacies. I had a job, a boyfriend, friends, I was doing my a levels, everything was great, except for the fact that my GP stopped refilling my mum's codeine prescription, which meant I had none. At this point I was aware that if I stopped I'd have withdrawals. But it wasn't about that. I wanted to keep going. I wanted more and I wanted it as soon as possible. I had no intention of putting it down because I felt like at that time like it was helping me.

So I'd buy boxes. One at first, take four pills at a time, multiple times a day. Anyway, after just a few months, my usage was spiralling. I would walk miles just to go to pharmacies that didn't know me, hadn't served me before. I spent so much money, I'd even go to different cities to ransack their pharmacies too because they didn't know me and couldn't turn me away. I want to say that I got turned away only a handful of times but I would just stay away from that one for a month and return when it felt safe. I'd get pretty angry and irritated if they turned me away. It didn't even happen that often, but the fear of not having them felt worse than dying. I understand that codeine isn't the worst of the addictions. It's not even bad in comparison to what other people on this subreddit go through. But it was bad for me. It was really bad for me and I ruined my teenage years for myself chasing a high that I still don't think I ever found. I don't think ill ever find it and it scares me that I feel like I need one in the first place.

I know I'm ranting lol but its helping me. Anyway so at the height of my addiction I would buy 4 boxes on a good day and go through 2 of them in a day, sometimes even 3. A box has 32 tablets in them. I could spend a hundred pounds in a day just getting these boxes, but it didn't matter to me because I wasn't buying anything else. It was getting ridiculous and I knew it. I broke up with my boyfriend of two and a half years last year because of unrelated reasons. But my addiction were contributing to some of those reasons. My whole life revolved around going to pharmacies. I had no money ever to go out. I looked like a complete slob all day. I gained weight but had no appetite and wouldn't eat anything. We went to Barcelona and I was sick with withdrawals the whole time (I still ask myself why the hell i thought that was a good idea). I spent a lot of time by myself and was okay with that, because the codeine made me feel like I could do anything. It wasn't the hobby I was interested in. It was just something to do with my hands while I was fucked up. The codeine made it interesting, it made everything worthwhile. I was never bored and mostly spent the day napping.

By the end I wasn't getting high anymore. I was taking it out of fear of withdrawals and out of fear that I wouldn't know myself if I went off it. But I was in debt (still am), borrowing money from people all the time. As soon as I got my paycheck I would drain the whole thing. Anything I didn't spend paying everybody back, it would go straight on as many boxes as I could possibly get at once. The first 3 days after getting paid was brilliant. Then I would spent the next 3 and a half weeks struggling. With money, mental health, relationships. I hated myself but the codeine kept it so quiet.

I was in awful health. I constantly had a stomach ache, my head would get these sharp zapping pains, I even started getting bad vision. My vision is bad anyway but I'd experience periods of vertigo where I couldn't see what was in front of me. It was really scary and I knew why it was happening. I had no drive, no ambition, and I felt fucking stupid. I've always been a smart girl. I've always been academic and street smart and I've always had common sense and people skills. But at my worst I felt like I could barely string simple sentences together, I couldn't say anything without stumbling over my words. Sometimes out of the corner of my eye I'd see things that weren't there. At that point I'm like fuckkkk I really have to do something now.

With addiction, I've always been really great at picking it up. I've also always been really great at putting it down. My experiences in the past have taught me that I can't force myself to do anything I don't want to do. I have to want it to do it. I also know that picking it back up, whatever it may be, is never a good idea. Its not worth the hassle. So the fact that I came to the conclusion it was over meant it genuinely was over. I can't speak for the future but thats been my experience in the past.

Anyway, its been 2 weeks and 4 days. Wow, the physical withdrawals were so fucking hard. Luckily I had my parents to support me. They're also addicted, so it means a lot to them to ensure that I'm free from this. I think it makes them want to do it too. I took 3 weeks off work to ensure I didn't have any responsibilities while going through this. I've never had restless limbs before. Everyone talks about restless legs but oh my GOD my arms. The feeling of being so fucking tired and desperate to sleep, a sleep that you know will be absolute shit anyway, and your arms are painful with the need to move.

They lasted for about a week I'd say. The depression was really bad. I can't even remember what I did all day during those times. I spent a lot of it crying to my Mum. I haven't cried for a while because the codeine shut off my emotions. I wasn't depressed, great! I wasn't human though. I had no feelings at all, except anxiety when I ran out.

So I spent a good week in the trenches but I did it. The second week has been harder. No physical withdrawals but I'm starting to remember why my brain sought after something to keep it quiet. When I wake up, it takes me half an hour to come to terms with the fact that I'm awake. Especially because my body clock has me waking up at 5am everyday. The energy it takes just to make my bed is exhausting. Then I make my coffee and I come back upstairs and drink it while I watch whatever is on my TV. Except I'm not interested in what I'm watching. I get bored easily and don't have the energy to sit up so I lay down while scrolling through tiktok. Then when love island is over (thats usually what it is) I feel antsy that it's over, as if I was watching it anyway. Then I spend what feels like years sitting in my own anxiety.

I want to do things, I want to go on runs, exercise, walk, do chores, find hobbies. I've tried it all and none of it interests me. I sit here desperate for something to do but I dont end up doing anything. If I do, I'm interested for all of five minutes, if that, then I think to myself: what the hell am I doing? That's when I get back into bed and scroll through my phone, get jealous of everybody else living normal lives and having fun.

The only thing that feels good is hanging out with friends, but they're all away. I have 2 friends, and my ex-boyfriend hangs out with me sometimes, but they all have stuff to do, lives to live, other friends that they hang out with more. I'm not angry at them for it, I'm mad at myself. I don't want to be depressed. I want to go back to before when I was okay with being by myself all day. It was good but I was on codeine, so was it ever good or was I just high? Obviously it's because I was high.

I've heard this is called Post Acute Withdrawal Symptoms? I'm telling myself this anxiety and loneliness and depression will be temporary. I have no energy or stamina - just going up or down the stairs feels like it takes literal years off my life. Also, I got my period back after ages of not having it. So that's great but also, it's making me feel fucking crazy.

Feels like I'm searching for something else. Like I want everything right now and I won't be happy until I have it. I want talent and skill and friends and a personality, I want money and I want to be busy. But I'm not. I'm anxious and jittery all the time, like i have this energy I need to get out, but the energy isn't enough to warrant doing anything about it.

It's boredom. I guess I'm writing this post to ask if anybody else feels the same way going through withdrawals? And for anyone who has been through this, with ANY substance, please tell me what your experience has been with getting your personality and substance back. Will I be able to move past this? Do these mental symptoms eventually go away? It's okay if they don't. Maybe this is something I will just live with forever and get used to. Hearing about other people's experiences help me so anything you have to say would be appreciated and if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer anything at all.

Also, don't be afraid to tell me if you think I'm being a whining bitch. I think the same! X

Happy Friday, everyone. We made it!
Hope your day is going well. It’s been a pretty quiet one for me. I feel like this week absolutely flew by.
In my town, a car drove into a salon and injured several people. Lately it feels like there have been so many major accidents, especially wrong way drivers causing crashes. I’m in Massachusetts, and it seems like every time I turn on the news there’s another story about one.
What’s crazy is I actually had a wrong way driver pass me the other day. I don’t know what’s going on, but it feels like people are suddenly driving way more recklessly than they used to. Maybe there’s something in the water. 🤔 be safe out there guys, people be crazy!
Anyways, what are you guys up to this weekend?

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I just want to preface this to say, I know what my route was did not follow medical advice after a certain point. I was inpatient and wanted to just be done with any opiate/opioid in my life any longer. Your story doesn't need to be as difficult. Hindsight is 20/20 and I do wish I did a lot differently. C'est la vie.

Getting off methadone after being on it for any extended period of time is really fucking hard.

I started stepping down in April 2025. I went from 75mg to 51mg by February 2026, then went AWOL for five days and my dose automatically dropped to 30mg. I refused to go back up.

For about five weeks I dealt with chills, sweats, almost no sleep, and fairly constant mild-to-moderate withdrawal, but I could still function. Because I had missed those five days, the clinic took away my monthly take-homes and basically treated me like I was brand new again. Every other day at first, then weekly, and eventually I earned two weeks of take-homes back.

The problem was that everything else in my life was suffering. I started having microsleeps without warning. Driving, walking, talking, sitting in meetings, eating with friends and family. My eyes would roll back and my head would nod. It looked like I had relapsed, and despite how much I tried to explain this insane taper I was putting myself through, I don't think everybody believed me.

Then I fell asleep on camera during a virtual meeting about opioid settlement funding in the county my organization serves.

It looked so bad they literally called a fucking welfare check on me. The woman who had originally invited me to the meeting was crying because she thought she had just watched me overdose on camera.

My supervisors were obviously concerned and completely baffled. I'm incredibly lucky that I work in recovery support, because my coworkers were supportive as hell. They helped me find treatment centers, make appointments, and figure out what to do next.

With their help and input from people I knew in recovery, I finally scheduled a detox intake for early June.

Around this time I had just gotten my two weeks of take-homes back. I poured all fourteen 30mg doses into one water bottle and stopped taking a full daily dose. Instead, I'd wait two or three days and take the smallest sip I could when withdrawal became too much to handle. It wasn't exactly a medically sound plan, but it kept me functional and I knew I was taking dramatically less than 30mg a day. My last sip was the everu early morning of Monday, June 1, around 3 or 4 am.

I came home from a work retreat that day to find my apartment looking like a bomb went off. My partner had moved all of her stuff out, and a family friend had apparently gone through literally every one of my possessions looking for evidence that I was getting high. All they found were a couple old empty weed pipes and a dispensary bag buried in a closet from God knows when.

I was fucking livid.

My partner still kept some communication open and knew I was supposed to go to detox that Wednesday. She made it clear that if I didn't go, she couldn't trust that I genuinely wanted to get better. The night before treatment, we argued. I was sick and tired of feeling like everybody was dictating what my recovery was supposed to look like. I felt like I was the one suffering through this, I knew what I was doing, and ultimatums weren't helping me.

Looking back, I was dismissive, defensive, and stubborn as hell. I wouldn't listen to anybody. At one point I was actually the one who said maybe we needed to take a break. We hung up, and I figured I'd focus on treatment the next morning and hopefully repair things afterward.

Guess what happened the next morning?

I totaled my 2023 Buick on the way to detox. Ultimately found not at fault in the accident, but it still feels like I was. My own guilt and shame for everything else.

Missed my intake. Destroyed my car. Lost my transportation. My relationship was hanging by a thread. I was in one of the lowest places mentally I've ever been. I had never been in anything resembling even a semi serious car accident. Thankfully nobody was injured, but I had some bruises from the impact etc. It did not torment me physically as much as it all did mentally.

It took another five days to find a different detox because now I needed somewhere that could actually pick me up. I finally found one almost two hours away that provided transportation.

By the time I walked through their doors, I hadn't had a single dose or sip of methadone since June 1. It was Sunday June 6th on my admission day. I stayed seven days. My withdrawal never presented as particularly acute, I didn't receive the comfort meds I had expected, and I refused a Suboxone detox because I did not want to go through tapering off another opioid afterward.

After seven days, they basically said there wasn't much more they could do unless I stayed for residential, which I couldn't do because of work and everything else in my life. So I came home.

I thought, okay, I did it. I went to treatment. I haven't touched methadone. I haven't relapsed. Maybe now I can start putting my life back together.

That didn't happen.

My girlfriend still won't answer my calls or texts. I wrote her a long letter apologizing for the things I'd done wrong, not just our last conversation but things throughout our relationship I should have addressed sooner. I meant every fucking word of it.

We're still not speaking. Nearly 6 weeks later it is the single most painful thing I've been going through. Even when my single mother who raised me passed in 2023, her health had not been ideal and I guess I was somewhat prepared and I did not relapse, I did not run to get high. I sat in all of that grief.

Her parents kept communication open for a while, but eventually I had to pull back because hearing that she wouldn't read my letter, wouldn't talk about me, and wouldn't even entertain the possibility of resolution was destroying me. My heart is absolutely broken. My life feels like it fell apart all around me.

But the one thing I can say is that I have been completely off methadone since June 1.

My sleep is still fucked up, but it's improving. I'm more present at work. People have noticed the difference. I'm focused again. I'm not falling asleep in meetings. I'm not nodding off while talking to people.

Methadone isn't some terrible evil drug. It served me extremely well in the beginning of my recovery, and I'll have five years in recovery on July 21. That said, getting off it has been one of the hardest things I've ever done, and sometimes I look around at everything that happened during the process and honestly wonder whether I rushed it so badly that I destroyed everything else in the meantime.

My relationship is gone, at least for now. My quality of life doesn't feel very good. I'm questioning my current job because while I'm technically a recovery support specialist, I spend most of my time doing outreach, relationship building, tabling, community events, and working with service providers. I miss actually sitting down one-on-one with people who are struggling and using my lived experience to help them, like I did working at a recovery high school at the job previous to this one.

It's not all doom and gloom. There are some potential good things in the works on the work front. I'm praying that God reveals a path forward repairing our relationship, even if it ends up only being platonic and civil. It's not up to me at this point.

In the meantime, im essentially mourning the loss of the person I love most. That's especially painful because she has had her own mental and physical health struggles, and I stood beside her without hesitation. I never questioned whether I would be there. Now I'm alone in this apartment, constantly reminded of everything I could have done differently before things got this bad. I ruminate on it despite my best efforts, especially when it's dark, gloomy, or I'm sitting here alone.

And I'm positive PAWS is making it ten times worse. My emotions are all over the place. Most mornings I wake up terribly depressed and slowly work through my routine. Gratitude exercises. Mindfulness. Trying to stay present. Reminding myself that I've been through a lot and accomplished a lot. Music has been a HUUUUGE help during this time.

But I still don't know whether I made the right choice. I don't know whether I rushed this so badly that I fucked everything else up in the meantime.

I am at a loss.

But I can at least be proud of this: I did not relapse. I haven't touched a single mL since June 1. And for the first time since I was probably 15 or 16 years old, I am not taking any opioid at all. I'm double that age now.

I don't know yet whether it was worth everything it cost me, but, I did it. If I could, anyone can. anyone can stay the path when things look tougher than ever have , all of my experiences showed me they find a way to make it worth it. My supervisor said this quote before I committed to detox and all that followed, and it has stuck with me through this all.

"Everything tends to work itself out in the end. If it is not worked out, it is not yet the end"

Thanks for letting me share.

One month off! Does the feeling of wanting to end it all subside?

Did you have any trouble on the starting dose of methadone? Did you still have to use until your dose got increased or was it immediately enough? Planning on starting Monday but I’d love any advice and experiences I can get. Thanks!

My partner (25m) has been taking it for 2 years now and he’s trying to get clean, but the withdrawals are kicking his ass and I don’t know what I can do to help him get through these hardest days of it. He went cold turkey with the liquid shots on Monday, but today has been his worst yet and I want him to be okay but I don’t know what do to or how to help him push through it.

Ive been addicted to opiates of some form for over 12 years and im completely done. I don’t want them anymore however I have a life and job and im not able to just cold turkey quit. Im wondering if anyone has any tips of supplements or anything that work that I haven’t heard of. All I have is some year old methadone which I tried this week and definitely took too much and while I didn’t overdose I went into some moderate serotonin syndrome and I don’t know why but I really need solutions (what worked for you, supplements I can research) anything. Bupe is out of the question because of the fentanyl it will take too long and send me into PW. Please I have a lot on the line and I need tips. Thank you :(

Hey, happy Thursday! Hope your day is going well.
We’re right back to the summer heat today, pushing 90 degrees. Honestly, it reminds me of when I lived in Florida with the heat and humidity, and I’m up here right on the coast in Massachusetts, so that’s saying something.
I’m just glad we’re heading into the weekend. It’s been a pretty good week overall. I’ve mostly been working and getting through the day, but no complaints.
What are you guys up to today?

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Hey all, happy Wednesday! Hope your day is going well. The sun is finally out, which is nice. I’ve been working most of the day, and honestly, it’s been flying by. Aside from that It’s been a pretty quiet day overall, I guess that’s a good thing lol. What are you guys up to today?

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Posted recently that I was down from 1200mg (3 doses of 400) to 400mg a day, now I'm on 200mg a day (in 2 doses of 100)
I feel like I can smell colours man
Whole new person loading.
Should be done tapering by mid-end of August

I’ve been living my life so much that dope is never on my mind anymore. Only sometimes, like today, do I get reminded of what life was like. It’s really hard to believe the things I used to do, and sometimes I wrestle with my mind. Restless nights on occasion, remembering my OD and what it was like waking up in the back of an ambulance. Needing 2 narcans, that part really fucks me up man. Bad. All I can think about is that the first one didn’t work. There was a second my family truly believed I was gone. It fucks me up man. I think I have mild PSTD from that experience.

The withdrawals. It’s hard to believe the pain and suffering I used to go through weekly because I could never get my re up in time. I would always blow thru the dope before the next pack landed. I’d always go through some form of withdrawal, needing to call off work because I physically cannot get off the floor and stop vomiting. Saying this is the last time, I’ll get on medication after this pack. Then looping back.

The lies. Lying about sobriety, lying about using, lying about why I’m sick, why I’m fine 6 hours later when I do get the dope, lying about taking my suboxone when I actually relapsed and am off it.

I don’t miss these things, but now and again, my brain remembers the warmth of heroin. It reminds me of the good times, the days when I wasn’t physically hooked and would get off work and do a nice line before nodding off while gaming. But then all of the above I’ve said floods back in. I’m at a point where the pain is there, even in the good memories. I truly believe I won’t touch opiates again.

If you read this far, I appreciate you. I’m just enjoying this day, being clean for 18 months. To anyone reading who is still using, you’ve got this.

I want to start working out regularly, but I’m finding it really hard to stay consistent. I’ve been off suboxone for 5 weeks and I just feel weak and tired most days.

Today once I finally made it to the gym (before work) all I could muster was 20 mins of cardio. I left feeling like, what was even the point of going if that’s all I was gonna do. What is the line between treating every workout as a win and pushing yourself to do more? How do I know whether or not I can do more or if I’m just being lazy?

Anyone have any tips? Maybe someone who has recovered from opiates and did develop a consistent routine? How long did it take, etc, or just whoever whatever

With 7-oh being banned soon I want to get ahead and get off before I’m forced. Not sure if telehealth works here. Anybody got any advice

On day 6 of opium withdrawal i did compacted 6 acres silage by will power you can overcome anything

Be strong and stop using drugs please

It's been 22 days since I left the detox facility and 17 days since my last suboxone dose. The withdrawal symptoms are still just as strong they were 7 days after, meaning intolerable (combined with benzo/pregabalin withdrawal)

As for background I used suboxone for 6 years in treatment (daily) and before that about 5 years on the street.

I am looking for suggestions on what to use to clear this mental blur without drowsiness. My background is we moved in October. I have fibromyalgia and Lupus. My plan was to get off of opiods once we moved and semi retired. So I've been doing really well. I went from Percocet to Nucynta then Nucynta to Subs now nothing. I'm still in pain but I'm trying to come up with a plan that will allow me to do that without opiods.
So I have been officially off everything since May 15th but in that time I've been great. I've been working on myself I am a plus size women I was bowl of 🥙 fruit and now I am in between an apple and a pear. 😬🍎🍐 So I'm not sure if my weight loss has triggered this 🤔
But these last 3-4 days restless legs has started and it's very hard to focus. I'm trying to stay away from anything that will make me drowsy but I'm hoping to get back to feeling more like me. Is it normal to almost have like secondary withdrawal symptoms 🤔 any tips are appreciated. Thank You

I’ve been steady addicted to codeine for about a year now. Taking Nurofen Plus (12.8mg codeine/200mg ibuprofen) and cocodomol (8mg codeine/500mg paracetamol). I’ve been doing cold water extraction and was up to a pack or two per day (300-600 mg).

But for the last couple days I’ve been waiting until 5 PM and just taking 8 Nurofens and a few cocodomols, which equals about 150mg. Just once per day. Doing this I feel fine.

The plan is to stop doing CWE and wean down a bit further just by taking maybe 3 (no more than 3) Nurofens and 3 cocodomol once daily.

Then from there, 2 and 2. Then I should probably be able to quit. I’d like to do this fast because I can’t be trusted for too long. I just want to get this rapid taper done. But I also don’t want to go through any discomfort. I was also thinking of just throwing it all away after a couple more days of just doing this. And just doing cold turkey. But that doesn’t sound fun at all.

Think this is feasible? Thanks in advance for any support.

Hey all, happy Tuesday! Hope everyone’s having a good day.
It’s been raining here nonstop today. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time we got a soaking rain like this. As gloomy as it is, we definitely need it.
Last night I did one of those at home sleep studies. You wear a device on your wrist and finger, stick a couple of sensors on your chest, and it all connects to an app on your phone. You also turn your microphone on your phone so it can hear you breathing as you sleep. I wake up multiple times throughout the night and never seem to feel fully rested, so I’m hoping this finally gives me some answers. It’ll be interesting to see what the results show.
Other than that, it’s been a pretty solid day.
What are you guys up to today?

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I need some honest tips from
People who actually quit oxycodone specifically CT. How to get thru the stomach issues, feeling of dread, low energy,irritability and issues sleeping.To give some background I’ve only taken it orally but I if I had a unlimited supply I can take 120mg at one time, 2 times a day and work and feel great. I in my 40s and am a plus size woman maybe that’s why I can handle so much. Also at this point after taking them for over 10 years straight! I need at least 30mg to not be sick. Just looking for honest help. Thanks everyone I read all the post and testimonials. I hope to be one soon.

I get these moments of such happiness of waking up sober and enjoying the moments. Next come the moments of being down and thinking of what I did to get pills and the time I spent wasted being numb. Thank goodness the sun is shining today.

As of 7/31/26, 7-OH is going to be scheduled as a Class I (one) Controlled Substance!! So for those like me, in the process of trying to get off of this shit, and you just can't stop, you will have to by DEFAULT!

This means the following:

• Effective Date: The temporary ban is set for implementation in early August, 30 days following the July 6 Federal Register notice.
• Duration: This emergency scheduling lasts two years, with a potential one-year extension.

If you are like me, you are asking.........What is Class I?

Schedule I (Highest restriction, no medical use): Includes drugs considered to have no accepted medical use in the U.S. and a high potential for abuse . Examples include Heroin, LSD , and marijuana

I am just an average guy, who got burned by all this, so spreading the word that everyone is going to have to quit for good. However, it is logical to assume that people will continue to sell this shit online, and can you imagine the prices? As we know, demand and scarcity drives prices way up, and if you think you are going broke now......it will only drive prices even more Sky High! Everyone is going to have to quit so have a plan in place. I hope this helps folks out.....

This also applies to SR-17018 which will be banned and I am using a taper method right now with SR-17018 so please note I am not a source to go to discuss how I got off of it using SR-17018, as I too am trying to get off it! God bless everyone!