ItWasMagical
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Dec 13, 2017
- Messages
- 6
I'm not sure when this started. Maybe as soon as I took my first hit. Maybe it was before then, during the years of abuse. Or after, during the isolation. But I've changed.
I'm self centered. I'd do anything for a hit, hurt anyone, lie, steal. In fact, I have, and I only think about myself now. It used to keep me up at night, but now I've come to accept it I guess. Now the desire to change only comes back during the odd moment of clarity, during the panic attacks. When I see myself in the naked perception that comes with ego death, during the rare bad trip.
The dread comes back sometimes too, but I drown it out with any substance I can get my hands on.
I'm not even sure why I'm typing this. I think I want advice, like a part of me still wants to get better. But every time I get advice that seems decent, I brush it off and keep getting high. And I convince myself it's okay. I want to stop, but I know I have to be ready to stop for it to happen.
I just want to stop falling apart, yo. I'm literally driving myself insane. I'm isolated constantly, and high constantly. I don't know how socialization works anymore. I haven't left the house in weeks. I'm supposed to be getting a job but I stopped trying 2 months ago. I keep trying to stop but I physically can't move my body when it comes to fixing it. I'm second guessing all my perceptions, I'm disoriented, the way my memory is decaying is scaring me more and more every day.
I can't keep convincing myself to use. I can't stop though. What do I do? I need to fix my trauma stuff so I can stop wanting to use, but I need to stop using to have the mental capacity to fix my trauma stuff. It's a cycle. Mistakes paint themselves as solutions, and then I get trapped. I need help, but I don't know where to go to get it. If I check myself into rehab, I could lose my apartment. I have cats to take care of. And a friend I would be abandoning in all this. Wtf could I realistically do?
I'm having suicidal thoughts, and I'm considering it more and more every day. I could intentionally OD. I really could. Every day, I think to myself every 5 minutes, for hours and hours, "please fucking let me die. Just let me die please, I just want the pain to end. Just end the pain, end my suffering, please"
This is every sober moment, until I get my heroin again, or my oxy, or my morphine. Or my hydro, or my weed, alcohol, kratom, ketamine, DXM, or DPH for that matter. At this point I'm doing anything I can get ahold of to escape.
I'm so fucked.
I'm self centered. I'd do anything for a hit, hurt anyone, lie, steal. In fact, I have, and I only think about myself now. It used to keep me up at night, but now I've come to accept it I guess. Now the desire to change only comes back during the odd moment of clarity, during the panic attacks. When I see myself in the naked perception that comes with ego death, during the rare bad trip.
The dread comes back sometimes too, but I drown it out with any substance I can get my hands on.
I'm not even sure why I'm typing this. I think I want advice, like a part of me still wants to get better. But every time I get advice that seems decent, I brush it off and keep getting high. And I convince myself it's okay. I want to stop, but I know I have to be ready to stop for it to happen.
I just want to stop falling apart, yo. I'm literally driving myself insane. I'm isolated constantly, and high constantly. I don't know how socialization works anymore. I haven't left the house in weeks. I'm supposed to be getting a job but I stopped trying 2 months ago. I keep trying to stop but I physically can't move my body when it comes to fixing it. I'm second guessing all my perceptions, I'm disoriented, the way my memory is decaying is scaring me more and more every day.
I can't keep convincing myself to use. I can't stop though. What do I do? I need to fix my trauma stuff so I can stop wanting to use, but I need to stop using to have the mental capacity to fix my trauma stuff. It's a cycle. Mistakes paint themselves as solutions, and then I get trapped. I need help, but I don't know where to go to get it. If I check myself into rehab, I could lose my apartment. I have cats to take care of. And a friend I would be abandoning in all this. Wtf could I realistically do?
I'm having suicidal thoughts, and I'm considering it more and more every day. I could intentionally OD. I really could. Every day, I think to myself every 5 minutes, for hours and hours, "please fucking let me die. Just let me die please, I just want the pain to end. Just end the pain, end my suffering, please"
This is every sober moment, until I get my heroin again, or my oxy, or my morphine. Or my hydro, or my weed, alcohol, kratom, ketamine, DXM, or DPH for that matter. At this point I'm doing anything I can get ahold of to escape.
I'm so fucked.