Today is day number 16 of my sobriety, and surprisingly it's not the first time that I've said this. A few years ago I decided i wanted to exit my decade-long drug addiction. It seemed easy then. It was like there was finally a bright light, and I realized what I considered a good life was a horrible life that was filled with numbness and consistent selfishness. I wanted to be happy, naturally happy. Not the happiness that you received from a pill; that we all know doesn't last forever. I had a different look at life. I can't explain that moment besides saying I saw a light...
From that moment I decided that I was going to life my life differently. I wanted to be healthier. I knew without a doubt that my ten year drug problem had caused harm to my body, both psychologically and physiologically.
I gave myself a few days to get through the worst of the physical withdrawal, and I got right to my healthier life. I began to pay attention to what I was eating. I ate as naturally and organic as I could. Do not get me wrong, i rewarded myself for hard work, but it was almost a year before I purchased fast food again, and I remember mentioning that my cheeseburger reminded me of seasoned rubber. I even began to go to the gym and being more active all together.
Any other time I had "tried" to quit (my use of quotation marks is due to the fact that anytime before this, I was being persuaded into quitting) the depression and feeling exhausted always drove me back to using. But being active and getting my heart rate up really helped. I would either do a bike ride, run, hike, or go to the gym.
I think within two weeks I was feeling pretty amazing. My life was changing, and I didn't have a desire to use!
(I could include so much more of the journey i had, but i do not want to bore anyone.)
About a year ago, i picked back up where i left off, i was a drug user again. A little over two weeks ago, i decided it was time to quit again. I can't find that same motivation I had, but i am okay with this. I am happy with quitting, but i just want to feel the way i did the last time, but there is not a part of me that want's to do all of that again. I am hoping that the feeling will come eventually, and I'll want to get myself back to peak health. I do have moments of deep depression, moments of feeling empty and a alone. I realize that I am no longer numb, and therefore these feelings will be here for a while, especially when life kicks you in the nuts. (It does seems like when you mess up while on drugs, all the mistakes seems to rush up on you during the weakest parts of your recovery.)
I guess i am writing for encouragement and to get this out. Nobody really knows that i messed up again besides my significant other and my brother....
From that moment I decided that I was going to life my life differently. I wanted to be healthier. I knew without a doubt that my ten year drug problem had caused harm to my body, both psychologically and physiologically.
I gave myself a few days to get through the worst of the physical withdrawal, and I got right to my healthier life. I began to pay attention to what I was eating. I ate as naturally and organic as I could. Do not get me wrong, i rewarded myself for hard work, but it was almost a year before I purchased fast food again, and I remember mentioning that my cheeseburger reminded me of seasoned rubber. I even began to go to the gym and being more active all together.
Any other time I had "tried" to quit (my use of quotation marks is due to the fact that anytime before this, I was being persuaded into quitting) the depression and feeling exhausted always drove me back to using. But being active and getting my heart rate up really helped. I would either do a bike ride, run, hike, or go to the gym.
I think within two weeks I was feeling pretty amazing. My life was changing, and I didn't have a desire to use!
(I could include so much more of the journey i had, but i do not want to bore anyone.)
About a year ago, i picked back up where i left off, i was a drug user again. A little over two weeks ago, i decided it was time to quit again. I can't find that same motivation I had, but i am okay with this. I am happy with quitting, but i just want to feel the way i did the last time, but there is not a part of me that want's to do all of that again. I am hoping that the feeling will come eventually, and I'll want to get myself back to peak health. I do have moments of deep depression, moments of feeling empty and a alone. I realize that I am no longer numb, and therefore these feelings will be here for a while, especially when life kicks you in the nuts. (It does seems like when you mess up while on drugs, all the mistakes seems to rush up on you during the weakest parts of your recovery.)
I guess i am writing for encouragement and to get this out. Nobody really knows that i messed up again besides my significant other and my brother....