It came to a head last night: my first vivid nightmare in over 6 months. I shot awake with tears down my cheeks (I rarely cry). Luckily it wasn't a full blown terror.
Growing up, it was beaten into me that it was always my fault. Always. That mindset still follows me. At its worst point, people would glance my way and automatically I believed I did something wrong, and a pathetic sorry would fall out of my mouth.
The meaning changes from province to province, but I believe I can say with confidence that any holiday that involves a possible four (or more) day weekend, it's defined as a two-four weekend.
Something will always go wrong. Particularly since this titration off the bezos takes such a long time, I'm expecting more than one screw up to happen.
A lot of people have their own opinions on the matter, and sometimes you learn the hard way that you really don't have their support. Knowing where you stand can help you hold convictions on those harder days.
I agree that healthy support is a determining factor with recovery, and the main message of being more supportive with those dealing with addiction is helpful. Programs that encourage healthy behavioral change instead of penalization needs to be screamed from the rooftops. Ready for the but?
Later in life, I took too many because I wanted to escape, and it was such an easy escape. No one monitors benzos, they're not in the pink pad.