Being Pregnant is a godsend for me. Curbing my neverending pill addiction. It was getting bad again. I can say that now that I am clean. Before back in 2003 it was so bad that a few times I should have died, for some reason I did not. Explain to me this deadly combination...Methadone, Percacet, Darvocet, Xanax, Ativan, Clonopin, Opium, Pot, Alchohol, and Prozac, Depokote and Ginseng? Yes, all in one night, no lie....All within about the same time limit. Of course at the time I was trying to die. I don't even remember 2003.....Regardless...I look back and it is amazing I am still alive. I wonder why? Why was I saved? How is it possible that I lived after all that? I moved back home and slowly became victim of the pills. Somehow Methadone found me again. I am so glad to be able to curb the addiction to. Unlike most people who continue to use pregnant. I refuse. I quit smoking cigs like four weeks ago when I got really sick and the pot never is that hard but the pills are the hardest......I am doing good right now, of course it has only big a week. But I am proud of myself. GIving away my stash is like pulling teeth. I might whine some later but this is the best thing for me. Whatever it takes to get sober, and I am happy something did. Is that wrong? WHy is it so hard to kill a pill addiction? Will I always be a pill junkie, reasoning too myself that one here is okay while it slowly consumes my life and wears at my health? Thanks for letting me vent......