this is day 7. how I am feeling now, scares me. The physical part of withdrawal, as awful as it is, is absolutely nothing compared to this mental and emotional dispair I am experiencing. I feel so empty I don’t even know what to write, I had to make myself even do this. I keep thinking I was a better dad on pills, at least I did things with my kids and could show them love, attention and affection. I don’t know what I have done to myself, but I am scared to death that I am ruined… I’m done, I don’t know what to write.