TaoistPLUR
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2013
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So I just passed my 6 month mark of sobriety. My DOC's are Weed + Alcohol, always co-morbidly (together). This is the longest I have been sober in 12 years. I went through an awesome treatment center, did 3 months there, then started volunteering there, and now I work there full time. I did 3 months at the treatment center and the last 3 months I have been living in 2nd Stage Transitional Housing. I have friends, family talks to me again. Life would seem good on the surface.
I am moving out on Nov 1st and getting my own place. I am also planning to relapse because the call of weed and booze is too strong for me. I fantasize ALL THE TIME now (I have already mentally relapsed - started about a month ago) about using. That sedated state you get when watching youtube/TV + listening to music whilst drinking a bottle or two of wine and blazing fat cannons all night. There is nothing like it. No amount of sober activities can replicate that feeling. Only drugs and alcohol can produce those feelings.
I wish I never knew how good drugs and alcohol felt.
I can see the trainwreck coming, but in true addict style, don't give a fuck. Must get high. Im sad because I've worked hard these past 6+ months to get where I am today, but if have to be honest with myself, Im not happy in sobriety. I miss dearly getting fucked up everyday. It was awesome. Unproductive as shit, but awesome.
I'm going to try to get a job making at least $15/hour so that I can afford to buy at least $100/week on Drugs + Alcohol (I've done the math/budget etc.). How long this will be sustainable for, I do not know. But I'm gonna try my damndest.
Life is just too boring without Drugs + Alcohol. Life is too short. I subscribe to a sort of Epicurean Hedonism that says that one should try to get as much happiness our of life as often as possible, because life is too short. I agree, the measure of a successful life is held in the experiences one has in that life. The more times I get fucked up (which makes me happy) = the more aggregate happiness I accumulate.
Sure going through life sober will make me more "successful" in terms of finish my school, maintaining a job, and possible finding a mate. However, those are societies standards of what will produce a "happy, successful life". Society can suck on my balls please. k thanks bye internet.
I am moving out on Nov 1st and getting my own place. I am also planning to relapse because the call of weed and booze is too strong for me. I fantasize ALL THE TIME now (I have already mentally relapsed - started about a month ago) about using. That sedated state you get when watching youtube/TV + listening to music whilst drinking a bottle or two of wine and blazing fat cannons all night. There is nothing like it. No amount of sober activities can replicate that feeling. Only drugs and alcohol can produce those feelings.
I wish I never knew how good drugs and alcohol felt.
I can see the trainwreck coming, but in true addict style, don't give a fuck. Must get high. Im sad because I've worked hard these past 6+ months to get where I am today, but if have to be honest with myself, Im not happy in sobriety. I miss dearly getting fucked up everyday. It was awesome. Unproductive as shit, but awesome.
I'm going to try to get a job making at least $15/hour so that I can afford to buy at least $100/week on Drugs + Alcohol (I've done the math/budget etc.). How long this will be sustainable for, I do not know. But I'm gonna try my damndest.
Life is just too boring without Drugs + Alcohol. Life is too short. I subscribe to a sort of Epicurean Hedonism that says that one should try to get as much happiness our of life as often as possible, because life is too short. I agree, the measure of a successful life is held in the experiences one has in that life. The more times I get fucked up (which makes me happy) = the more aggregate happiness I accumulate.
Sure going through life sober will make me more "successful" in terms of finish my school, maintaining a job, and possible finding a mate. However, those are societies standards of what will produce a "happy, successful life". Society can suck on my balls please. k thanks bye internet.