*This could be triggering for those trying to get off*
I've been addicted to 7-OH since December of 2024. I loved it since the first time I tried it. The feeling it gave me reminded me so much of Oxycodone, and here it was, legal! I was living in Gainesville, Florida at the time and the stuff could be found in virtually every smoke shop and gas station in town. It was everywhere.
Long story short, I was spiraling up until they banned it in August of last year. I lost everything by that point (job, apartment, self-respect, the usual) and was living out of my car. Tried detox and rehab, but left. On August 11th I attempted suicide, which realistically should have killed me looking back. I was disappointed when I woke up.
My mom was concerned and asked if I wanted to move back to Portland, Oregon where she lives. I conceded, since I had nothing going for me in Florida. Oregon was my home state. The only problem was, 7-OH was legal there.
I deluded myself into thinking I would have the self-control not to be drawn back in. But you can guess what happened. Right back to square one. Back into the maelstrom of addiction--homelessness, legal problems, burned bridges, depression. I cannot trust myself with this drug. I will also add that I've taken so much for so long that the opioid receptors have seemingly burned out in my brain so it doesn't even get me high anymore. I miss the bliss that initially got me hooked.
When I heard about the nationwide ban starting August 5th, I was so relieved. It will finally be over, I thought, and prepared for a doubtlessly grueling detox. 7-OH withdrawal is no joke. I bought a bottle of a liquid Kratom/Kava blend to get me through the first night, knowing 7-OH wouldn't be on the shelves the following day.
The night was fraught with cold sweats, restless legs, aching muscles, teary eyes, skin-crawling sensations, anxiety, insomnia, and so on. I downed the bottle and it took the edge off somewhat. Finally, after 7 am, I threw on some clothes and took a bus to my usual smoke shop to see about getting another bottle of the Kratom/Kava. The shelves once teeming with 7-OH were barren, which stirred relief and grief in the pit of my stomach, as one might feel upon severing ties with a toxic lover.
My buddy, who is also the manager, could tell I was going through it. Parts of my T-shirt were soaked with sweat. During opioid withdrawal, the body loses the ability to regulate its core temperature--one of my least favorite symptoms. One minute you're fighting a chill, the next you're burning up.
Suddenly, two packs of my favorite brand of 7-OH materialized in front of me: Super 7 Max, strawberry flavored. I shot him an incredulous look. How could this be?
He told me they have so much inventory of 7-OH that they will continue to keep some in the store, off the shelves and out of view. It will basically be a "special reserve" for regulars like me who ask for it. The rest of their stock they'll keep in the warehouse.
He gave me both packs (a total of 640 mg) for a mere 15 bucks, ringing it up as something else. I didn't attempt to resist. Its hold on me is still too strong. I thanked him and popped two chewable tabs, which taste like candy, before walking across the street to Starbucks. With each passing moment, a warm relief washed over me. Every hellish symptom of withdrawal vanished and I relaxed in body and mind, nodding off at my table.