So… To start, I was 6.5 years clean, and was working at a detox facility as a substance abuse counselor. It started earlier this year. My mental health was getting worse, and my life felt like it was spiraling. Randomly got a message from my former dealer (N) asking if I was interested in getting any pills and/or fentanyl patches. I had the extra cash, and I’d had a particularly shitty day at work. So I said yeah. Then began my months of being supplied 40-50 pills at a time. I wasn’t taking them daily, could stop at any point if I wanted. Then my friend asked if I wanted to try coke. I don’t do well when I sniff things, so I used it IV. First like three times I did it, I didn’t get any real effects. Well, I convinced my friend to do more in a shot for me, and yep… Now I see what the deal was. Spent more than I wanted to at a time on coke. Called up my dealer, (N), and they had some pills, but was throwing in “a surprise” for me. Cool, I like surprises. I figured what it was, but didn’t want to make an outright assumption. It was heroin. I did the smallest amount, and remembered why I did it for two years. Slowly, I stopped buying pills and explicitly bought H. Then I got the brilliant idea of mixing coke and H! Ahh, yes. Perfect! Did that for a while. Still only using 1-2x a week, but was bingeing, (obviously, as one does on coke). Got sick with COVID for two weeks, and came back, still not feeling like myself, but also not having used while sick. Work states it looks as though I was withdrawing from opiates, but in reality was just still experiencing shitty COVID symptoms. They pull me out of work and state I can come back when I have a negative UDS and have started going to outpatient. Well, the day AFTER I’m pulled from work, I start coughing, have a horrible migraine, can’t eat, can’t sleep, lost my appetite altogether. Well… what the fuck is wrong with me now? I’m not COVID positive anymore. Ahh, yes, when visiting my mother I contracted the fucking flu. Of. Course. So sick, I walk to the walk-in, they confirm it. UDS is due tomorrow. But I’m highly contagious with Influenza A, and my supervisor says to wait until I feel better. Except HR wants that UDS NOW. Not in six days when you’re feeling better. I go to the place for the UDS and they’re CLOSED. I spent the last $10 getting there. What do I do now? Sit at home, and wait. Wait for HR to create a new UDS order. And wait and wait. Been a full 7 days since I was pulled out of work, a full 10 days since last use, and no idea when HR is going to recreate a UDS order. So now I’m anxious, frustrated, depressed, and exhausted. I’m anxious I’m gonna get fired, even though I had extenuating circumstances. I’m frustrated that they still haven’t answered mine or my supervisor’s emails and phone calls. I’m depressed because I’m typically depressed and have shitty mental health in the winter months, as well as hopeless that the situation is going to get better. And I’m so tired of staying up having stress-induced seizures and panic attacks. I’m tired of feeling like shit and feeling like I’m a royal fuck up. I’m mad at myself for letting this happen. Just… Hate my life and my situation. Wish I had a friend.