WillingButStubborn0612
Greenlighter
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- Oct 24, 2021
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Hi there. I hope whoever is reading is healthy. I just wanted to spill to whoever might give a shit my struggles in trying to stay clean off of fent. That stuff has cost me so much mentally, and literally. Bridges burned. And people hurt. Mainly my parents. I was more worried about a nod than I ever was appeasing females, so intimate relationships are not something that I have figured out to a T. I am 24, and from the Mid South. Fentanyl has become a huge thing here. Heroin virtually does not even exist anymore. So the literal risk of death that comes with being an addict, some of you understand, exponentially multiplies. I used to think lightly of it. 4 overdoses later, and believe me when I say that I understand that you have to tread lightly, or it will fucking kill you. Overdosing is traumatic, I believe. Anyone who has before knows what I'm talking about. Like many addicts, I believe I know to measure the stuff. Especially the stuff I see daily. The thought of overdosing never leaves you, though. It is there. You cannot forget. I've reached a point in my addiction where honestly, truly, all I want is to have some money and be able to chill in a hotel or something and just get high. I know that mindset is nothing short of toxic, maybe even suicidal in some ways. A life without honestly just seems depressing, and un satisfying. Clearly this high, the nod, has become something completely different to me. Day after day, buying the stuff. Completely aware of the money that was spent. In that moment it was the opposite of wasted. Shit, money is good for nothing else to me. Marijuana doesn't really do jack shit for me nowadays, and I don't favor speed at all. I don't drink. Everything falls short. I've been using off and on for like 5 years, now. I just recently started another attempt at cleanliness. I have like 12 days sober, really just now getting past all the sickness. Went to work every day last week dope sick. It wasn't that cool. But my life has become so irreparable, that unless I am prepared to get down and live rough, I will never make it out there. Not chasing a high. Success in any context of the word is simply a daydream. A daydream only if you're chasing dope simultaneously. It is something that I reflect on and simply just give in to the reality of it. Every good thing, every opportunity, was ultimately squandered due to my addiction. I've "relapsed" many times. In my mind, it's like I never stopped. That is one of the things that I struggle with. Over 10 days sober now, and every day I just want to go get some. Like seriously. I bombard myself with rationalizations and excuses, but I know that is all just the dope talking. A powerful force it is, though. I just kind of wanted to throw my situation out there, and I really want to hear from other people how they themselves cope with all of the facets of early recovery. For to me, stopping is not the hard part. It is staying stopped.