manboychef
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I'm a thirty year old recovering opiate addict. I have over a year sober and it is still a struggle everyday. I can generally get through my days no problem by not thinking to much about anything. I've been told to just live in today, just go day by day. What if those days I'm living in are miserable?. The serenity prayer says change the things you can, accept the things you can't. I'm in a place that the things I can't change are so soul crushing that there is no joy in my heart. I've worked so hard to be a good man but I'm realizing it just doesn't matter.
The key to my misery is that my ex, in her addiction, stole from me and my neighbors and when I tried to walk away from it she lied about me to the police and took my son in the middle of the night. She lied about me in family court (which ate up all my savings) and was awarded full custody. The one thing that ever brought me joy is fatherhood. Being a dad to my wonderful son made the pain of abuse and being with awoman that just wouldn't do right almost disappear. Now I pay the same woman that lied, cheated, and stole from me to live. She keeps me from my son. It has been three years since I held him in my arms or. saw him smile.
I was straight while he was under my roof. I would have a beer after a double, or smoke a joint with my brother every once in a while. After I lost in family court and the state of new York deemed my ex's lies the truth I just gave up. I said to myself "if I'm such a bad man when I'm at my best than I have no reason to be a good man." I started medicating those feelings away. Two years passed stuck to the end of a needle and my mental state got worse and worse.
This brings us back to today. I'm sober now. I still can't change the fact that I can't see my son. Its causing me no end of misery. I don't even know why I'm writing all of this. I hope there is someone out there that has been in my shoes and can give me advice.
The key to my misery is that my ex, in her addiction, stole from me and my neighbors and when I tried to walk away from it she lied about me to the police and took my son in the middle of the night. She lied about me in family court (which ate up all my savings) and was awarded full custody. The one thing that ever brought me joy is fatherhood. Being a dad to my wonderful son made the pain of abuse and being with awoman that just wouldn't do right almost disappear. Now I pay the same woman that lied, cheated, and stole from me to live. She keeps me from my son. It has been three years since I held him in my arms or. saw him smile.
I was straight while he was under my roof. I would have a beer after a double, or smoke a joint with my brother every once in a while. After I lost in family court and the state of new York deemed my ex's lies the truth I just gave up. I said to myself "if I'm such a bad man when I'm at my best than I have no reason to be a good man." I started medicating those feelings away. Two years passed stuck to the end of a needle and my mental state got worse and worse.
This brings us back to today. I'm sober now. I still can't change the fact that I can't see my son. Its causing me no end of misery. I don't even know why I'm writing all of this. I hope there is someone out there that has been in my shoes and can give me advice.