augustusgloop
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- Jan 15, 2017
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Just wanted to put my feelings into words tonight because this week I’m having a struggle with sobriety and self-destructive behaviours. 9 months sober now, and my uni semester just started up again. I have a lot of trouble dealing with stress if I’m not using substances to erase the feelings, and the stress of uni is building again, and self-doubt creeps in. I feel really alienated from my classmates, like I always do. When they ask what I was doing before this degree I can’t say ‘I was an unemployed drug addict for years and sometimes I still wish I was.’ It’s so strange to me that when everything in my life is operating within sane and healthy parameters, something in me screams ‘get out before normalcy/mediocrity consumes you.’ I don’t believe that voice anymore, but I still feel it, and I still don’t fully understand why it’s there. Especially when I’ve experienced the path it leads me down.
I’m still so scared of myself. I feel as though if I don’t have this permanent stranglehold on my temperament, if I don’t constantly have 100% willpower, I’m going to relapse hard and lose everything. So it’s moments like this when this voice says ‘fuck it all up, everything else sucks anyway’ that I feel the most traumatised. I did lapse in October. I drank alcohol at 8pm and suddenly it was the next day and I was doing lines in a shed, having no idea how I got there. I won’t forget the horror I felt when my thinking brain suddenly turned on again, and I saw what I was doing. I fully feel a Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde thing going on, and because I know there’s still this constant thing in me that has absolutely no self control, and absolutely loves to self destruct, I feel like I can never be at ease. Worse still, I blame myself for creating this destructive personality and feeding it with drugs and alcohol, and now I resent myself because I feel like some sanctimonious martyr inflicted with my own punishment.
I know I’m trying to create a real life out of everything that happened, but in moments of weakness I justify my disdain for ‘real life’ by thinking I’m better than it. I feel like I lost EVERYTHING when I chose my health, safety and future over my lifestyle and my friends at the time. So now when a little voice inside me says ‘can’t I have some fun?’ be it literally anything, not just substance-related, I have to say NO like a stern parent, because I had so much ‘fun’ that I can never trust myself again; that I abused the privilege of being able to have fun. I know this is a recipe for disaster (all work and no play etc...) but I don’t know how to build up that sense of trust in myself again.
I’m still so scared of myself. I feel as though if I don’t have this permanent stranglehold on my temperament, if I don’t constantly have 100% willpower, I’m going to relapse hard and lose everything. So it’s moments like this when this voice says ‘fuck it all up, everything else sucks anyway’ that I feel the most traumatised. I did lapse in October. I drank alcohol at 8pm and suddenly it was the next day and I was doing lines in a shed, having no idea how I got there. I won’t forget the horror I felt when my thinking brain suddenly turned on again, and I saw what I was doing. I fully feel a Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde thing going on, and because I know there’s still this constant thing in me that has absolutely no self control, and absolutely loves to self destruct, I feel like I can never be at ease. Worse still, I blame myself for creating this destructive personality and feeding it with drugs and alcohol, and now I resent myself because I feel like some sanctimonious martyr inflicted with my own punishment.
I know I’m trying to create a real life out of everything that happened, but in moments of weakness I justify my disdain for ‘real life’ by thinking I’m better than it. I feel like I lost EVERYTHING when I chose my health, safety and future over my lifestyle and my friends at the time. So now when a little voice inside me says ‘can’t I have some fun?’ be it literally anything, not just substance-related, I have to say NO like a stern parent, because I had so much ‘fun’ that I can never trust myself again; that I abused the privilege of being able to have fun. I know this is a recipe for disaster (all work and no play etc...) but I don’t know how to build up that sense of trust in myself again.
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