Ive been off heroin, meth, benzos for about 3 months, and off suboxone for about 3 weeks. I've been using various drugs off and on, mostly on, since I was 16-17, im 28 now. Initially I got a motel room and went through the worst of the heroin/benzo kick for about 3-4 days, I just couldn't stand the detox anymore and slowed the process down by taking 2mg subxone daily. After that motel stay my mom reluctantly agreed to let me stay with her and her husband of 8 or 9 years or so in the garage of their house. I tapered as much as I could with what little suboxone I had and came off it completely at .5mg about three weeks ago. I am still feeling not at all great, like I'm always in minor withdrawal, like I have a cold but am not actually sick, restlessness, and that burning feeling all over that makes it hard to appreciate any small amount of goodness in life. Some days are a step forward and some are a step back, but in general I feel like my physical and mental state is starting to improve.
Ok anyway, the situation at home is becoming untenable. My mom and stepdad want me to start working, like yesterday. I know I'm not ready and that it would be a recipe for relapse to try and enter a new work environment when I still feel so mentally agitated and physically weak and to have money to buy drugs with. I've expressed this several times but I suspect my progress isn't the real issue. She's married to a man she doesn't love, theyve never had sex with each other during the span of their entire relationship or show any affection whatsoever, they are both divorcees with children and I'm pretty sure they got married just to not be so horribly alone. They have no idea how to communicate with each other. They constantly are arguing, loudly and emotionally.
My mom has literally told me, that the sight of me laying about in this miserable garage, without a job, is so incredibly infuriating to her husband and to her to a lesser degree, that they are now considering divorce. This exact scenario has happened when I was younger, but now I'm old enough to see that this is a problem with their relationship, and I'm not responsible for my mom's unhappiness, as she has been for years since before I started using. But it's still difficult, when I hear them fighting every night, my mom crying like she did after she split with my father, and her explicitly telling me that this is my fault, that everything would be fine were it not for me being here. It brings up alot of old feelings from my my parents divorce, my mom was totally absent mentally for years and clearly depressed after that and she unloaded a lot of the negative emotions she had on me and my brother. And now it is happening again, except now there is no veil over her resentment of me for destroying her life, and shes not afraid to tell me that directly.
I just don't understand how I can possibly be making them so angry. This is the longest I've ever been sober, everyday I often like such shit and so full of anger and nastiness I can do nothing but just wait till it subsides and hope the next day will bring some modicum of relief. Its hard enough getting clean, why are they pushing me so hard to fully re-assimilate into society so quickly? I've had enough experience to know that I'm still too raw for that and doing so would almost certainly end in relapse, or me lashing out at someone or myself in some horrible way. I don't think I can survive a relapse, I can't seem to think clearly about why they so desperately want me to flirt with disaster.
I just need a reality check, maybe years of drug abuse has addled my mind and I'm not thinking clearly? I am not a financial strain on them at all, I literally stay out of sight while they are home because not doing so will incite another fight between them. I'm not doing anything other than learning how to live sober and let my brain normalize. I do my best to try to remain calm and composed while my mom berates me daily about what a leech and loser I'm being, how I'm taking advantage of them, and how her marriage is fucked up because of me. As if trying to recover in this miserable sweltering garage is a vacation for me. As if being in this incredibly uncomfortable and emotionally draining situation is preferable to living and working on my own.
I've done this, without the aid of any program or detox, just whiteknuckling it as they say. It's been so hard and I'm often amazed I haven't relapsed, and things are getting better body and mind wise, but my circumstances are rapidly deteriorating. I don't really know what to do. I need to stay sober, my life depends on it. But do I just let their marriage collapse? I know that is a ridiculous question and their problems shouldn't be mine. But they are doing their damnedest to make it my problem and maybe if I left at least it would improve things for my mom in the short term? I don't have anywhere to go or any money currently, I'm trying to find a way out because this is something I can't fix, and merely being here is jeopardizing my sobriety.
And also there's this undercurrent of anger I'm feeling but I don't say it, I feel like it would make things worse, even if worded in a civilized way. Feelings of just like fuck you for trying to put this on me. Fuck everyone in my family for being so absorbed in their own shitty relationships to see anything else, and to see how years of lashing out is hurting the people around them. Its been going on my whole life and now is no different. At least I'm fucking trying to change while you guys continue to fester in the same old bullshit. At least I'm trying to take responsibility and not blame a spouse, a child, or other loved one for my own shittiness. All I have is my family and I hate my family, I don't even know where to begin repairing that or to even just get away from that.
I desperately want to start my life again and get away from this, my mom and her husband want me to get the fuck out even moreso. It's just too soon and I'm feeling too exposed and uneven to have to get back to life like nothing ever happened. I'm slowly trying to build myself back up, and its working, im getting there. But it's like my mom want's me to haphazardly roll the dice just to appease her husband. I'm at a loss.
Ok anyway, the situation at home is becoming untenable. My mom and stepdad want me to start working, like yesterday. I know I'm not ready and that it would be a recipe for relapse to try and enter a new work environment when I still feel so mentally agitated and physically weak and to have money to buy drugs with. I've expressed this several times but I suspect my progress isn't the real issue. She's married to a man she doesn't love, theyve never had sex with each other during the span of their entire relationship or show any affection whatsoever, they are both divorcees with children and I'm pretty sure they got married just to not be so horribly alone. They have no idea how to communicate with each other. They constantly are arguing, loudly and emotionally.
My mom has literally told me, that the sight of me laying about in this miserable garage, without a job, is so incredibly infuriating to her husband and to her to a lesser degree, that they are now considering divorce. This exact scenario has happened when I was younger, but now I'm old enough to see that this is a problem with their relationship, and I'm not responsible for my mom's unhappiness, as she has been for years since before I started using. But it's still difficult, when I hear them fighting every night, my mom crying like she did after she split with my father, and her explicitly telling me that this is my fault, that everything would be fine were it not for me being here. It brings up alot of old feelings from my my parents divorce, my mom was totally absent mentally for years and clearly depressed after that and she unloaded a lot of the negative emotions she had on me and my brother. And now it is happening again, except now there is no veil over her resentment of me for destroying her life, and shes not afraid to tell me that directly.
I just don't understand how I can possibly be making them so angry. This is the longest I've ever been sober, everyday I often like such shit and so full of anger and nastiness I can do nothing but just wait till it subsides and hope the next day will bring some modicum of relief. Its hard enough getting clean, why are they pushing me so hard to fully re-assimilate into society so quickly? I've had enough experience to know that I'm still too raw for that and doing so would almost certainly end in relapse, or me lashing out at someone or myself in some horrible way. I don't think I can survive a relapse, I can't seem to think clearly about why they so desperately want me to flirt with disaster.
I just need a reality check, maybe years of drug abuse has addled my mind and I'm not thinking clearly? I am not a financial strain on them at all, I literally stay out of sight while they are home because not doing so will incite another fight between them. I'm not doing anything other than learning how to live sober and let my brain normalize. I do my best to try to remain calm and composed while my mom berates me daily about what a leech and loser I'm being, how I'm taking advantage of them, and how her marriage is fucked up because of me. As if trying to recover in this miserable sweltering garage is a vacation for me. As if being in this incredibly uncomfortable and emotionally draining situation is preferable to living and working on my own.
I've done this, without the aid of any program or detox, just whiteknuckling it as they say. It's been so hard and I'm often amazed I haven't relapsed, and things are getting better body and mind wise, but my circumstances are rapidly deteriorating. I don't really know what to do. I need to stay sober, my life depends on it. But do I just let their marriage collapse? I know that is a ridiculous question and their problems shouldn't be mine. But they are doing their damnedest to make it my problem and maybe if I left at least it would improve things for my mom in the short term? I don't have anywhere to go or any money currently, I'm trying to find a way out because this is something I can't fix, and merely being here is jeopardizing my sobriety.
And also there's this undercurrent of anger I'm feeling but I don't say it, I feel like it would make things worse, even if worded in a civilized way. Feelings of just like fuck you for trying to put this on me. Fuck everyone in my family for being so absorbed in their own shitty relationships to see anything else, and to see how years of lashing out is hurting the people around them. Its been going on my whole life and now is no different. At least I'm fucking trying to change while you guys continue to fester in the same old bullshit. At least I'm trying to take responsibility and not blame a spouse, a child, or other loved one for my own shittiness. All I have is my family and I hate my family, I don't even know where to begin repairing that or to even just get away from that.
I desperately want to start my life again and get away from this, my mom and her husband want me to get the fuck out even moreso. It's just too soon and I'm feeling too exposed and uneven to have to get back to life like nothing ever happened. I'm slowly trying to build myself back up, and its working, im getting there. But it's like my mom want's me to haphazardly roll the dice just to appease her husband. I'm at a loss.