I messed up. Big time. Had the opportunity last year to go to Vegas for a month to clean up. And I did. 2 weeks after being home I was doing pills and next thing you know I'm sticking needles in my arm. I hate not being in control. I want to quit and I want my life back. Thing is - I hate my life. I have no friends really. My home life with roommates is falling apart. I got laid off my job of 8 years and now I'm delivering pizzas. How humbling. My problem is what the hell am I suppose to do clean? I hate being sober. I don't like myself, im shy, people don't talk to me for some reason. I'm that dork in the corner everywhere I go. But I refuse to be a junkie anymore. I'm sick of hustling. I live in fn baltimore so drugs and temptations are everywhere. I have to do it though.
It's funny, I read an article recently about addiction. They did a rat study and the rats were in their little cages and became addicted to the cocaine. They had no stimulation, no friends they were alone in the cage with nothing but a bottle full of cocaine and water in the other. So this guy decides to build a "rat city" full of toys and friends and tunnels and all the things rats like plus other rats. They were offered cocaine and water in the other. The same addicted rats had a twinge of withdrawal but did not continue with the cocaine. They were happy now. They had friends and interactions and all the things they love - they didn't need or want the cocaine anymore. So basically addiction isn't necessarily a chemical dependence. It's filling a void. Rats and humans need that bond with others to satisfy their basic needs. When they don't have that they use ::insert any addiction of choice::: to fill that void. THAT is what I'm missing. Connection, love, bonding with others. I need to get out of this "cage" and find my own rat city. Maybe this time I will be successful now that I've identified the problem. I need love and adventure. I need people to love and help.
Wish me luck as I kick this shit, again. I think I'll go to some meetings, meet new people and move away from Maryland. This place is my cage and I need to be set free. Thanks for reading. Today I haven't used, I sit here painting, playing with my dog and will fix a nice dinner. Can't believe I have to start all over.
It's funny, I read an article recently about addiction. They did a rat study and the rats were in their little cages and became addicted to the cocaine. They had no stimulation, no friends they were alone in the cage with nothing but a bottle full of cocaine and water in the other. So this guy decides to build a "rat city" full of toys and friends and tunnels and all the things rats like plus other rats. They were offered cocaine and water in the other. The same addicted rats had a twinge of withdrawal but did not continue with the cocaine. They were happy now. They had friends and interactions and all the things they love - they didn't need or want the cocaine anymore. So basically addiction isn't necessarily a chemical dependence. It's filling a void. Rats and humans need that bond with others to satisfy their basic needs. When they don't have that they use ::insert any addiction of choice::: to fill that void. THAT is what I'm missing. Connection, love, bonding with others. I need to get out of this "cage" and find my own rat city. Maybe this time I will be successful now that I've identified the problem. I need love and adventure. I need people to love and help.
Wish me luck as I kick this shit, again. I think I'll go to some meetings, meet new people and move away from Maryland. This place is my cage and I need to be set free. Thanks for reading. Today I haven't used, I sit here painting, playing with my dog and will fix a nice dinner. Can't believe I have to start all over.