I am not an opioid addict, and have never been. And I assume by your comment that you are not an opioid addict either. Those of us who have never been addicts typically carry this line of reasoning, and are all too apt to offer this "advise". It is crap advise, and we need to stop.
At my age, I now have dozens of friends who have kicked opioids with methadone. As long as they stay on the methadone, they are great functioning members of society and able to manage families - amazing mothers, fathers, and grandparents. At some point, some of them have crossed the paths of people offering the "get off of methadone, you're still an addict" advice. People who say that DO NOT understand opioid addiction.
Opioids alter the brain and body permanently, depending on how long a person was using and their personal physiology. After a point certain brain and body cells will scream for the drug - permanently. Methadone calms down and shuts up the screaming. They are not still addicts on Methadone. They are medicating a permanent disability. No different than insulin or statins. (which also treat lifestyle conditions) Advising anyone to stop Methadone is not considering their best interest, and assuring their return to substances that will assuredly kill them. It is ruinous advice.
Sure... you're gonna say "but I know someone who... ", but just remember, all you really know is what they "tell" you, not necessarily what is really going on. Addicts are good at that.
And KUDOS to the OP... keep rocking on!! I hope you are able to make it to Quartzite at least once. And find some peace and tranquility closer to home.
Sure... you're gonna say "but I know someone who... ", but just remember, all you really know is what they "tell" you, not necessarily what is really going on. Addicts are good at that. --
-- It would seem all you know is "someone", whether your "good at that" is subjective.
I am a recovering addict, been doing so for 24 years.
Having "first hand knowledge" of this subject, I can only offer up my experience without judgement of others.
2 major back surgeries were the result of a fall down a stairway at work.
Soon began the multitude of pain relievers, or so they called it.
Oxycontin was the go to drug of every doctor I was to see, in several disciplines of medicine.
Long story short, I landed in a detox unit with every addicted form of humanity.
From an airline pilot, to junkies fresh off the street.
I took the easier softer way .. or so I thought, Methadone.
I had it prescribed, and yet had to go to a walk-in clinic weekly to get it.
I also had to travel a couple times, and was able to be "courtesy dosed" if I needed.
One day I said no more.
Nov. 15, 1998 was day one, and for 2 months I begged God's help in ridding the pain, and physical crap.
He did, and I'm here not because I'm tough.
Because I was weak, and started that nightmare to begin with.
I can only speak of my experience, no one else's, and without judgement.