Life update: I quit a 6 month daily 7oh habit.

I honestly wasn’t prepared for the anhedonia, the constant mood swings, exhaustion, and lack of motivation afterward. I was on Celexa for a while before taking 7. But it never really touched the motivation issues, and now I’m kind of dealing with my regular anxiety and depression again on top of trying to recover from all of this.

I’m also trying to finally take care of my physical health and dental health after neglecting a lot for too long. (I even got a tooth pulled not too long after I quit and still no 7). It’s overwhelming sometimes, but I’m trying to rebuild things one step at a time.

Also thank you genuinely for all the support people have shown me through this. I really don’t think I was prepared for the mental side of quitting 7OH.

I can’t really afford my psychiatrist anymore, so I’ve been trying to figure out other options for follow up care and support while I work on rebuilding my health and life again.

One question though, does QuickMD do follow up appointments for this kind of stuff? I feel like I probably need ongoing help/support while I adjust.

Hi there! I am 38 and like an idiot and typical addict I heard how good 7oh was it was ruining lives and I was 2 years clean off of fent, and before fent I had 6 years clean off of IV heroin use. So I tried 7oxie which has the Psuedo stuff in it and that was in November. Here we are almost June and I am taking about 1800 to 2400 MGS a day. I have gotten off a few times with the help of subs,Adderal, and Xanax at night but after 2 3 weeks every time I fuck up again. Can someone please give me some tips! I don’t want to end up stuck on subs, yes I know how to use them and get off after the detox… I don’t want to get stuck on Xanax either. Honestly I’m just depressed all the time about the money and my kids probably can sense something is off with me. Not to mention my marriage. Just some advice and tips would be great! I’m going to order that SR17 stuff soon. Let me know if anyone knows anything that will help! Thanks in advance m!

okay everyone, I was in this group for the better part of a year and was known as foreign_pumpkin.. I deleted my account after I had already gotten clean because I felt the need to get everything 7oh out of my life at the time, even this group that has helped me so much.. I’m back now because I feel like im obligated to help anyone struggling with this awful shit.

I am exactly one month clean as of a half hour ago. I was on this stuff for 15 months. taking it every single day. at my worst I was at 700mg per day but stayed consistently at 300-400mg per day. I like many people on here was frustrated and felt like I would never find a way out, except I did do it and so can everyone else..

I used the vitamin C method, along with gabapentin and leaf. I was so focused on the physical withdrawals that I didn’t even plan ahead for the mental battle I was in for, and I cannot stress enough, how important it is for everyone to have some sort of plan for that. i was not ready for the mood swings, Depression, or overall instability. I’m sure I’m still dealing with some of that but Not nearly as bad as it was from week one through three after quitting. oh, and I did not sleep for a week straight either after . By far one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through if not the absolute hardest. I lost a lot of weight because I wasn’t eating. Probably about 15 pounds altogether. I was sick physically for probably four or five days but nothing compared to what some People have been through. To me th mental aspect was a lot worse than The physical. Especially considering what it cost me, but that’s a completely different story. Anyways, if I can help anyone at all, please feel free to DM me. I feel That people who have successfully been through this need to help in any way they possibly can. Good luck to all of you. As with all the success stories I read when I was still in the thick of it, if I can do this so can all of you. Good luck to you all and much love

Hello,

I've never heard of this sub until today. I'm a father of two small children and I just kicked a 500mg a day habit, cold turkey, in absolute secret.

I've been using kratom since a friend introduced me to it in 2014. I havent known any sense of sobriety since I smoked my first joint with the other neighborhood boys with shitty families, when I was 11 years old.

There was a 2 year period, when I left my shitty enabler/ addict friends and shitty abusive family behind and moved out west that I was mostly free of drugs and just drinking in normal 20-year-old amounts, and that is when I met my wife.

I was lied too about kratom. I was told it wasnt habit forming, there was no overdose potential, and it was totally harmless. I tried to quit so many times and failed, so I started trying to figure out how to make the habit cheaper since i was taking easily 25-40 caps per hit, multiple times a day, and discovered 7oh almost immediatly after it started being sold in the US. I thought: "wow! A quarter of a pill gets me twice as high for half a day! This is incredible! Think how much money I'll save!" Ha. Ha. Ha...

This is my 3rd time quitting and each time has been worse because each time the amount of 7oh I was taking everyday had increased by so much.

Many years ago, after successfully overcoming acute WDs of kratom, I told my wife about my problem. She comes from a family with extreme addiction issues but has none herself and has no sympathy or understanding of it (oddly). She tried to help but was very judgy and cold and not understanding, so she sort of solidified my fear of letting her know if I relapse. She still believes ive been clean for years. Lies, lies, lies what an asshole.

But in absolute secret ive been lying and stealing, and getting lots of cashback during the many grocery store trips I suddenly felt were very important. Spending thousands of dollars that we haven't been able to use for swim lessons, piano, summer camp etc. All because my wife thinks we actually spend 2500 a month on groceries.

I hate it. I hate this thing. I feel like Anakin Skywalker burned, delimbed, and disfigured, screaming "I HATE YOU!". I hate what ive lost. I hate what ive done. I hate that im a liar. I've hurt the only real family I ever had. The one I built myself. And none of them...really know.

I am recently unemployed (actually not 7oh related) and my 7 year old daughter had the flu two weeks ago so I was at home taking care of her. It stands to reason that I would get sick too. So I figured, no matter what, this is my chance. I took the leap. Fuel entirely by self loathing and hate. No help, no kratom, just all the pain I absolutely deserved. This is the worse it's ever been. It really was like the flu but instead of fever dreams I just couldn't sleep until night 6.

Im over it now. Physically I just feel weak and tired, and unable to do much for very long. But this is where my trial really begins. As I crawl out of this shit and start to feel better and then think, "you know what would make me feel...even *better*?" Thats where I fail. But this is the only time ive hated it this much.

I start nursing school before too long. I have to do this, this time. But goddamn, how do I live sober? Im so bored, im so depressed. I refuse to drink, I dont use Marijuana anymore even though I live in a legal state now, lol. Being sober is such a drag, but I fucking WANT to love it. Traditional opiates have no appeal to me. 7oh and kratom were so nice because of how easy and reliable they were to get, and for me, the ability to remain mostly anonymous while collecting them to hide my undying shame at my own weakness. If they would make them illegal, I could fucking *sail* through life. But willpower? Oh god...

Sorry for the long rant. I've got a lot and there is literally NO ONE that knows.

Here we go again.

I had been using 7 for almost 1.5 years, with one successful step down to kratom that lasted a month last summer. I really wanted to get off but felt stuck in a hellscape.

I ruptured my ACL skiing and needed surgery. I did not want to be on 7 for surgery do to anesthesia and opiate tolerance. I was able to ween back down to about 10g kratom sludge the day before surgery. Not even the fentanyl they pushed into my IV gave me a buzz.

They gave me a nerve block post surgery so I really didn’t feel the intense pain, so I stopped taking everything. But. Because I’m a junkie, I tried the 7 one last time. It wasn’t worth it. I’m new to thins. Only 7 days in.
I’m ready to start healing from all of it. So glad this community is here.

When most people hear the word “sober,” they automatically think about alcohol or substances.

And yes, sobriety absolutely includes freedom from addiction.

But biblically, being “of sober mind” goes much deeper than what’s in your bloodstream.

Scripture talks about being sober-minded. That means being spiritually alert, clear-minded, self-controlled, grounded, and disciplined. Not easily consumed by chaos, impulses, emotions, distractions, pride, lust, anger, fear, bitterness, or the things of this world that constantly try to pull us away from God.

Because the truth is, there are a lot of people who are physically sober while still mentally, emotionally, and spiritually intoxicated.

Intoxicated by rage.

By ego.

By greed.

By lust.

By validation.

By attention.

By social media.

By gossip.

By comparison.

By bitterness.

By the constant need to escape themselves.

That’s why sobriety is deeper than substances.

Biblically, sobriety is about clarity.

It’s about having a mind that is not constantly controlled by flesh, impulses, emotions, or worldly distractions. It’s about being aware of how easily things can consume us if we are not spiritually grounded.

That’s why Scripture tells us to stay watchful and sober-minded.

Because anything that controls you outside of God can eventually destroy your peace.

And honestly, society pushes the complete opposite.

Society tells people to constantly numb themselves.

Distract themselves.

Escape themselves.

Drown themselves in entertainment, attention, substances, validation, hookups, money, endless scrolling, or temporary pleasure just to avoid sitting alone with their own thoughts.

People are terrified of silence now.

Terrified of reflection.

Terrified of confronting what’s really happening inside of them.

But healing begins when the numbing stops.

That’s the hard truth.

Because once the distractions fade, you finally have to meet yourself honestly.

Your trauma.

Your pain.

Your insecurities.

Your habits.

Your wounds.

Your relationship with God.

That’s sobriety too.

And honestly, I think some of the strongest people are the ones learning how to live fully awake in a world constantly encouraging people to stay numb.

Because being sober-minded means you stop letting every emotion control your decisions.

You stop letting every distraction pull you away from purpose.

You stop living only for temporary feelings.

You start becoming intentional.

Disciplined.

Self-aware.

Spiritually grounded.

And if I’m being completely real, some people quit substances and alcohol but never heal the mindset that made them want to escape life in the first place.

That’s why true sobriety is not just behavioral.

It’s spiritual too.

It’s mental too.

It’s emotional too.

Because God did not just call us to be sober in body.

He called us to be sober in mind, heart, spirit, and the way we live our lives.

Day 3, feel like shit, but not stopping now.

Tapering while taking SR

Anyone taper down 20% per day while taking SR? I’m on day 3 of my taper which has gone like:

Day 1: 225mg MGM, 200mg SR
Day 2: 185mg MGM, 150mg SR
Day 3: 150mg MGM, 150mg SR

I plan to continue to reduce my MGM dose by 20% daily while taking 150mg SR daily until I hit 10mg MGM. Then I plan to taper off the SR (-20% daily) until I hit 10mg SR and then be done with all alks for good.

Anyone have any success doing something similar? Any tips from anyone who has successfully tapered with SR? Fuck this ruthless drug, can’t wait to be off completely!

There’s a fairly small but very vocal community of people on Reddit preaching the wonders of this “miracle drug.” I’m absolutely floored by the stupidity of anyone who believes this shit should be sold over the counter at your friendly neighborhood smoke shop/gas station. Even during the peak of my addiction I was able to realize that 7OH (and especially its accessibility) is not a good thing. I know that the U.S. in particular is long overdue for an overhaul of certain drug laws/policies (there are still people in prison serving sentences for weed despite its legalization in many states, for example), but I don’t think that means we need a free for all where powerful opiates are sold OTC.

Anyway, sorry for the rant - I’m not even sure if this kind of post is allowed. It just floors me that so many people are unable to recognize the harm this drug is causing through the haze of their own addiction.

Wow. No words to describe the shit that I just put myself through..

I’m sure it’s the typical story.. was taking kratom powder, too much at that.. interestingly enough starting using a GLP-1 to lose a few pounds but once I started the GLP, my body could no longer absorb the 8-10 gram doses of kratom powder that I was taking multiple times a day..

I starter losing weight and feeling pretty good on the GLP but sometimes I would randomly wake up like deep in withdrawals because the last 3 doses that I took didn’t absorb.. I would then vomit all of that back up, feel like I’m in pretty decent withdrawals, then would have to take a hydroxyzine and a bong hit to get back to sleep. I would usually wake up feeling ok, even missing the doses. I should have just powered through a couple days of shitty sleep..

Instead, I had the bright idea to see if 7-oh would help when I would have that unexpected withdrawal. I had no intention of quitting kratom at the time. I knew I would one day, but the GLP really accelerated things.

So now I’ve given my self an excuse to use 7-oh.. “ I need to use it because I can’t absorb my regular dose.. I need to work, make it to social obligations, etc.. I can’t risk the unexpected withdrawals which would have me out of commission for like a day.

Of course the 7-oh worked, too well. I started preferring it to the kratom powder.. not even because of the euphoria but just because I didn’t have to drink soo much of that powder everyday to the point of making myself nauseous..

My 7-oh phase lasted just about 3 months. I had it under control for the most part at first. Not taking more than I would allow myself and only to take the edge off if the powder wasn’t digesting.. long story short I was up to about 100mg 2-3 times a day by the end. I felt disgusting. Which brings me to the main point of this long ass rant. My apologies, bear with me..

I was using a certain brand of 7-oh exclusively which was available at my local smoke shop. I don’t know how we are about sharing brand names around here but DM if you’re curious.. but the brand sucked

I would check TMK regularly and see they received F’s on testing because their pills contain high amounts of METHANOL, ACETONE, and ETHYL ACETATE!!

How I came to discover this is.. One night the powder wasn’t working so.. admittedly I went a little overboard and wanted to feel good so I took 60-80mgs of this certain brand.

Not only did the withdrawals not stop but i feel like it also sent me into some sort of precipitated withdrawal somehow or.. I was poisoning myself with the chemicals listed above. I’ve been through withdrawal from harder stuff when I was younger, so I know what that feels like. This stuff. Holy Hell. I was literally sweating puddles, shivering with a heating pad on high, nauseous, etc..

The thing that was different about this was.. I got into the shower to get warm, I was laying down in the bathtub with the shower running like passing out and coming to. At one point I looked down and saw that it looked like my feet were turning blue. My hands were also doing this weird thing where they were like locked straight. I couldn’t bend my fingers, sounded like there was electricity in my head and my skin was burning. I legitimately thought I was going to die from a seizure (which I’ve never had before). That’s the only thing I can describe that it felt like. At this point I had to have my girlfriend call the paramedics to come to our house.

When they got there, I was still in the shower, half passed out and complaining that I couldn’t breathe. Which I couldn’t. I was forcibly having to make myself breathe and they were like quick shallow breathes. Anyway, they pulled me out of the shower, took my vitals and did an EKG. Everything was somehow perfectly fine. I denied to go to the hospital. I got back into bed, roughed it out for a couple hours, finally fell back asleep and then woke up a few hours later like nothing happened. Felt fine.

I’ve don’t a lot of dumb things and a lot of drugs and fortunately I’ve never had any run ins with hospitals or paramedics. 7-oh changed that.

The turning point for me, if that shouldn’t have been enough, was that the SAME THING just happened to me this week on Wednesday. Only difference this time is that I was waking up from withdrawal to the 7-oh instead of kratom.. same thing though. Felt like it put me into instant withdrawals. This time I didn’t feel like i was going to have a seizure but the physical symptoms like pouring sweat and freezing lasted for damn near 24hrs. I was completely exhausted and dehydrated.. but I felt like I went through 3 days of withdrawals in one.

Long story longer. I’m off that shit now. Have been since Thursday. Never going back. I’m still cool with kratom powder, which interestingly enough through all of this, my dose is lower and I’m dosing less than I have in years.. 7-oh is some disgusting shit. Glad I can put that chapter behind me.

The point of this isn’t to scare anybody. I just needed to share this with some people that might understand and also get the word out that these things are literal poison.

I have been wanting to get off 7-oh/mgm-15 for a few months and I have been working on it, I got my dose down too 3x 35mg pills equaling 105mg of mgm-15 twice a day so 210mg total when I wake up at 7am and normally about 5-6pm is when I dose. What’s the best way to taper this down ? Tmrw should I do 2 pills in the morning and 2 pills in the evening ? Then drop down to two in the morning and one in the evening. Then go down to one in the morning and one in the evening ? I work full time so I can’t really cold turkey I need to make it as manageable as possible any help is appreciated.

Can’t believe I’m here. Don’t even crave it or want it anymore. Now my biggest issue is my loneliness and lack of intimacy for around 4 years. Time to tackle that beast.

Best of luck to everyone! The emotions 7 oh pushed in the background are starting to come out and it’s finally time to deal with them like a responsible adult! If you gotta just cry my friends, just cry your damn heart out. It’s worth it. Gotta let those emotions out somehow.

Love you all! ❤️

Before I get into this - I want to say that I’m in PA and I’m researching the hell out of the criminal empire built around this drug… okay here goes…

I don’t really know how to start this. I’m a dad, A husband, business owner. 24 months ago all of those were just “stats” - today, at day 5. They are all I need.

I’m sitting here right now at hour 117 with Stephen Wilson Jr. playing in my headphones and tears running down my face and I don’t even fully know why. It’s not sadness exactly. It’s everything. Two years of feelings I never felt because this drug wouldn’t let me feel them. My wife tells me stories about our kids and I don’t remember being there. I was there. But I wasn’t there. You know what I mean.
The money I spent. The relationships I damaged. The version of myself my kids got instead of the real one. It’s all hitting me at once this afternoon and it’s overwhelming but also… hopeful? I don’t know how to explain it. Like drowning and breathing at the same time.

I want to tell you what the last 5 days looked like because I wish someone had told me. Hour by hour. No sugarcoating.

I was taking 200-400mg of 7-OH per day. Tablets from a smoke shop. Started casually. Within weeks I was dependent. I tried to taper — cut down to 6-7mg every 5 hours for 3 days. But at that dose it wasn’t helping anymore. It just kept the wound open. I was in withdrawal between every dose and the dose itself barely took the edge off enough to fall back asleep.

So I made a decision. I took my last 20mg as a front-loaded dose at 4:30 PM on Saturday May 10th. Used that 4-5 hour window to eat a real meal, hydrate, take all my supplements, and tell my wife: “This is it. Don’t let me go get more no matter what I say.”

Hours 0-12 (Saturday night). My phone died and I didn’t have the energy to charge it. I just laid there. Nobody was calling anyway. That’s what this drug does to your life — it shrinks your world until it’s just you and the next dose. The withdrawal crept in around hour 5-6. By hour 10 I was in it.

Hour 22 (Sunday afternoon). This was the worst moment of my life. Restless legs so bad I couldn’t lie still for 30 seconds. Sweating through my sheets then shaking with chills 5 minutes later. Nauseous. Headache. Couldn’t breathe right — shallow, panicked breathing. And a hopelessness that I can’t describe. Not “I’m sad” hopelessness. More like “this will never end and I can’t survive another hour of this” hopelessness.

I got in a hot bath. As hot as I could stand. Epsom salt. Stayed in for 30 minutes. It helped. Then I got out and the chills hit so hard I was shaking under three blankets.

Ibuprofen and Tylenol together. Buspirone (I have a prescription). Electrolytes. Heating pad on my calves. That’s how I survived hour 22.

Hour 24 (Sunday 4:30 PM). One full day. I told my wife. She cried. I didn’t feel like celebrating. I felt like I was barely hanging on. But I made it.

Hour 26. Hungry for the first time — that felt like a sign. But everything I ate went straight through me. My body was in overdrive. I tried to sleep. Couldn’t.
Hour 45 (Monday afternoon). Something shifted. I was still throwing up, still couldn’t sleep, but the grip was loosening. I could feel it. The waves of withdrawal were still coming but they were shorter. I started to feel angry instead of hopeless. Angry at the gas station that sold this to me. Angry at the company that made it. Angry that this drug is legal and sitting next to energy drinks where teenagers can see it.

That anger saved me. If you’re reading this and you’re in the hopeless phase — hold on. The anger comes after. And the anger is fuel.

I did not sleep for over four days. I want to say that clearly because no one told me and I thought something was wrong with me. It’s normal. It’s the most common lingering symptom. Your brain literally cannot shut down because the system that regulates sleep was hijacked by the drug and it’s rebuilding. It comes back. It’s coming back for me now. Last night I got a few hours.

Hour 106 (Thursday 3 AM). Wide awake again but different this time. High spirits. Clear head. Inspired. I spent the early morning hours researching how to get 7-OH banned in Pennsylvania. Turns out there are three bills pending and none have passed. Turns out the industry lobby (HART) is run by the same people whose products the FDA seized. Turns out the manufacturer got $1.4 million in forgiven PPP loans from our tax dollars and is now producing what the FDA calls an illegal opioid.

I wrote letters to my county DA and my state rep. At 4 AM. On day 4 of withdrawal. Because that anger needed somewhere to go.

Hour 117 (THURSDAY 2 PM). Right now. I’m sitting here crying. But they’re different tears than hour 22. These are the tears of a man who is waking up. Two years of suppressed emotion pouring out in an afternoon. My wife shared a memory of our kids from last summer and I have no recollection of it. I was there physically. The drug took the rest.
I am a strong Christian and I place my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ to carry me through this. That is not a platitude. At hour 22 when I had nothing left, faith was the floor I couldn’t fall through.

What I want you to know if you’re at hour 12 right now:

You are in the worst of it. It does not get worse than where you are. It peaks at hour 24-36 and it starts to break. I know it feels permanent. It is not.

The hopelessness at hour 22 and the hope at hour 117 are only 95 hours apart. That’s less than 4 days. You can survive 4 days. You already survived whatever brought you to this point.

If you’re a person of faith — lean into it now. Not later. Now. It works. Not as magic. As a foundation that holds when everything else shakes.

Music. I can’t explain it but music is pulling me through the emotional phase in a way nothing else is. Stephen Wilson Jr. Find what moves you and put it on repeat.

As for what day six holds, I can only read ahead from all of your experiences.

Thanks for reading - thanks for any support or advice - and God bless anyone that wants to help eradicate this country of this demonic product. HMU 👊

I’ve been with my partner for almost 3 years. I love him deeply and I hate coming online to talk about him but idk what else to do. I caught him sneaking 7oh pills around 2 months ago. He lied to me about them until I basically forced the truth out of him. He went through withdrawal which was absolutely the worst process. I thought for sure he wouldn’t do it again after going through that. He told me he would be getting professional help (seeing a doctor, therapist), but never did. He has maintained the illusion that he’s been sober this whole time. Even went as far as telling me how great and clear headed he feels now while we were making dinner last night.

This morning he got up around 5 am and went to the bathroom across the house. I knew in my gut that he was going to the bathroom to get a pill and come back to bed. So I got up and checked his hiding spot in the bathroom and sure enough there were pills. He’s saying they are “pseudo” and he only took it because he was sweating and thrashing trying to sleep. Claimed he has anxiety and the pseudo makes him go back to sleep.

When I found the pills, I turned the light on in the bedroom and made him get out of my house. I got him through withdrawal the first time and told him I wasn’t ever doing it again. He was obviously sobbing and very apologetic but it all sounded like word salad.

I don’t want to be insensitive here, but I also don’t want to be stupid by forgiving him. I am 35 years old with a 14 year old son. My son was not here during any of this and I’ve kept all drug convos away from his ears.

This is my first and only experience dealing with a partner that has substance issues. I cannot handle the constant lying.. makes me feel like I’m accepting horrible behavior.

Does anyone have any advice?

I apologize if this is unorganized, my brain is frazzled and my emotions are all over the place.

What are everyone’s physical ailments from this shit? I am almost certain I have venous insuffiency.

I get these weird red bumps that are slow healing.

I also have brain fog, high blood pressure, and I’m endlessly tired like everyone else.

I think there are serious health impacts that we are only going to start realizing.

I hope I haven’t done unrepairable damage.

I’m tapering down. I think I can beat this.

But the health is so scary

Edit: I also have inflammation everywhere. Specifically swollen hands and feet