Dear LindsayLou:

I have experience living with a heavy duty heroine/ other stuff addict. For a long time, definitely long enough. One time I drank his methadone little juice cup. It was red and sweet, if I remember right. And then I felt like I have never felt before and had no idea it was even remotely possible to feel that way. I was, for a whole day at the least (and I was in no rush to sleep it off!) – I was completely free of any trouble. All was well, and I mean all was well.

Of course, once it was gone, I wanted more. And I drank more. There it was again, all was well. I enjoyed just being awake for it. All was well. So, of course, I did it again.

For some reason, one of those times, I felt like vomiting. The good feeling was gone. It made me sick. When I felt better (but not as good as All Good…) I drank it again, remembering very well how it felt before. And again, i felt sick. I tried again, and felt nothing, the good feeling was gone.

It so happens my supply of methadone was gone as I moved out of the heroine user apartment.

This is my story with methadone, the best All Good feeling I ever had.

If you are reading this, my post here on your thread, and you have any thoughts about what I shared, please let me know.

anita