Actually wrote this in C.H.'s "Self Hatred" thread but don't want to move off topic so this thread seems more appropriate. I haven't been on Sober Living in a few weeks because I feel like I'm failing in some ways. I haven't used any problem substances, but I'm messing up. Not a relapse per se so I'm not stopping my two year count, but if I continue the way I'm going it could definately lead to one. I figure I would share what's up with me so others in recovery can ponder how a seemingly small event can quickly hve a major impact on their recovery.
It all began with surgery two weeks ago - never had surgery before. I got tramadol for pain - horrible stuff, sedated me and made me hyper at the same time, zero dopamine response so it just felt terrible. Wasn't comfortable taking my herbal remedies for sleep with it because I couldn't find a definitive resource stating that it would be safe, so I had to start up on trazodone again so I could get some sleep. Sleep has really been problematic since surgery. I also started up on kratom as this ha literally been the worst pain I have ever experienced, and I didn't want a strong opiate prescribed nor did I want to take a lot of tramadol. I've been on a steady decline and it seems to have bottomed out tris week.
I fell asleep Monday night wearing two nicotine patches and had a horrific nightmare - scared the hell out of me. I thought it was really happening (an intruder in my house) - almost called the cops but decided to check the survellience system first...nothing. Pretty certain my husband legitimately questions my sanity. So strange, the visual, olfactory, and auditory aspects of the dream were seemingly more real than regular reality. Could not for the life of me get past it so I got little sleep. Wasn't able to sleep last night either so I took a 150mg of Trazodone at 3am, have felt like hell all day. Surgery has decimated my recovery juju - back on kratom, trazodone, sleep cycle is disrupted, and am compulsively shopping.
I have been working for the past six months to pay down my credit card, and completely undid all hat effort yesterday and today. It's not maxed out again, but I spent $2000 on clothes and feel so guilty. I have put my family in so much debt during my addiction and have been doing so well that I'm disgusted with myself. I don't make much money, and all my extra cash has been going to the card and now I have to start over. I am so stressed about money as it is, and I can't believe I did this. I have so many clothes as it is, and ended up buying more...my husband is supportive and never gets on me, but I am deeply embarrassed. Everything was on sale so I can't return it, and to put into perspective the ridiculousness of my actions the last thing I bought was a designer pair of sandals for $600, so it's not even like I bought many items. We live paycheck to paycheck, normally I would have saved for a $40 pair, so this is just unreal. I had zero control. I can't even try to sell them without losing money, and who in the hell is going to pay that amount of money for shoes on Craigslist. I justified the purchase with I need flat sandals for recovery and at least I'm not drinking.
Cancelled my credit card today and will be taking melatonin and trazodone at 8 tonight for a reset. Started a kratom taper. I should have prepared myself for surgery better but didn't know what to expect. It's remarkable how quickly stuff can spiral out of control - getting a handle on it though so it won't go further. Lesson learned - do not get too over confident in your sobriety - the addict brain is always present and waiting to take control. I think I'm going to start therapy again as I obviously still have much to work on. I just feel like a ridiculous waste of space. I'm so sad, I really thought I was doing so much better and now I feel like I'm almost back at square one.