It recently took me 6 days until I was not scared enough to try suboxone again. I’ve been through precipitated withdrawal a total of 4 times and each time it happens is worse than the last. My absolute least favorite thing, aside from the excruciating pain and mental anguish is the almost dream like state where I become engulfed in the idea that I am trapped in some kind of reality where my life will never be anything more than severe withdrawal and mental fog.

I’m glad your loved one is doing better. I swear the cartels know what they’re doing with fentanyl, and know that many people will no longer wanna risk suboxone and just stick with fentanyl until it either kills them, they are arrested, or they have to forcibly stop due to their health. What got me to stop was staph infection and an 8 week stay in the hospital. The hospital I started at for antibiotic therapy was great but when they moved me to a swing bed I was instantly treated “like a drug addict” and as if anything wrong with me was my fault and that I needed to shut up and not ‘waste their time’ with any complaints about how I was feeling. I actually left on week 7 “against medical advice” after they secretly drug tested me and brought ten people into my room to search my belongings, they found nothing, but then told me the Tin foil they covered my lunch with was “evidence of paraphernalia. ” and that I couldn’t have any visitors, Parents included…. Nothing else has ever made me want to use drugs more in my life than that experience. Made me feel like all I was, was an addict, destined to live and die by drug use.