I am addicted to codeine. I am currently on day three of withdrawal and just wanted to write this all down. No one IRL knows. Not even my DH who is my world and has been for the last 17 years. I am just so ashamed that I can’t tell anyone.
My daughter was born 19 months ago a few months into the pandemic when there was just no support available. After a difficult pregnancy she was born 5 weeks early. I developed post natal anxiety and it was horrendous. I begged my GP for help but my referral to the specialist clinic was rejected. I have never felt so much emotional pain or fear in all my life. I was convinced my baby was dying, I was convinced there was something horribly wrong with her. I can’t really describe the feeling, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
I remembered reading something about codeine and how good it makes you feel. I think it was something on Mumsnet actually. I decided to try it. It was wonderful. It eased everything and it helped me sleep. Before long, I couldn’t be without it. The rest is history.
My drug of choice was Nurofen Plus. In the space of 18 months I went from 2, 3 times a day to 12, 3 times a day. 36 a day. 450mg of codeine and 7200mg of ibuprofen.
For the last few months I’ve been feeling so ill. My stomach is a mess, my hair and nails are brittle and broken, I am so tired all the time. Every time I went to take my dose I would gag and have to force them down. It was as if my body was screaming at me to stop.
I looked at my baby girl a few days ago and broke down. How could I do this to her? I’m killing myself. She deserves so much more. I want to be around for her and watch her grow.
I made the decision to stop. I took my last dose at lunchtime on Monday, I’ve just entered day three of withdrawal. It’s hell. Everything hurts. My legs are so restless. I’ve been taking Imodium and anti-sickness pills to stop the gastro side effects. It’s helping. I just wish I could stop thinking about it, the mental battle is immense. I have no one to talk to about this. I will not use again. I’m excited for who I am going to be when this is over. I keep looking at my baby girl and telling her ‘I’m so sorry baby, I’m going to be better, I’m going to be better for you.’ I know she can’t understand me but I swear it’s like she knows, every time I say it to her she runs over to me for a cuddle.
I’ve got this. The pain is my retribution and I am embracing it. I have no one but myself to blame.