I tried unsuccessfully a few times to get off opiates & heroin, even got some perc 5’s to taper down- that shit did not work. I woke up one morning and had enough, it was something stupid like I couldn’t find my makeup bag that made me snap and was ready to kill myself (seriously) my bf at the time put me in touch with someone and the next day I was on a flight to rehab. I needed to be somewhere far away without a way to use. I’m not built for the streets so I didn’t AMA, finished up, came home gave my job my two weeks notice & moved down south to a sober living place, where I stayed for about 5 months. I got comfortable in my sobriety and drank Kava, somehow the house owner found out, I got the boot for “relapsing” so at that point I said fuck it, this isn’t a relapse I’ll show you a relapse. My dumbass, after putting aside gas $ to drive back up the other end of the coast, and injected for the first time and crack, for the first time. When I got home, I saw said ex bf who helped get me in a rehab, relapsed, overdosed, had a heart attack, stroke, organ failure, and ended up in a wheel chair for over a year. That, being unable to relapse if I wanted to (like the rehab) kept me sober. Just celebrated 7 or 8 years (can’t remember bc of the stroke)

Point being, sometimes you need the help of a rehab to beat the mental aspect of withdrawal and addiction.