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I am jumping for joy right now. I love horror movies, huge fan of Nightmare on Elm Street....god freddy rocks my sox. So of course they finally come out with a new movie on April 30th (Happy Birthday to ME! :) )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJOS9cB4NJk&feature=related


Oh and I have been approved by the intern in the anxiety clinic. She thinks I would do good in the group. Now all that needs to be done is be reviewed by the head of the anxiety clinic, so I will find out before May 1st (the first day of the group) what is going on. There is a few spots left in the group, she said someone will contact me by then about what the plan is going to be to help me out.

She said though that I qualify and I will eventually get into the group, its just a matter of when, either this one or the next. It's 12 weeks long and 2hrs per week.

Not sure if it was Dave who reccomended it or OD, which ever, THANK YOU :D

I also admitted to someone my sexuality for the first time, wow, huge step for me :)

Well, now ......

sigh.

Now all I have to get out of the way is Friday. Which should go smoothly.

Next Thursday is my birthday, and I dunno what to do...... anyone have any ideas??

I am thinking ordering in dinner, a movie, kiddos, rockin sexers (with my man), and maybe a couple hrs just for ME.
Time is so seriously fucked.. a couple of weeks ago went sooo slow it was unreal, because it was the week before a week+ vacation/holiday time.. so this past weeks been really nice, but it has gone so wickedly fast! I remember even as a kid time bothered me.. i could never really understand it, in the sense of where exactly it came from..why it existed in the first place and why everyones daily life seemed to revolve entirely around this 'mythical' concept of time.. for years i thought the clock somehow captured time, until a dear friend of mine one night talking on this subject and of Aleister Crowly's particular views on time itself..and the friend pointed out he didnt believe clocks captured time as much as they measured it.. in ways calculating it.. Through the use of mental strength some people have been known to....bend...time.. is the best way i can put it.. over the years i have heard and read various stories of people who were heading someplace quite important, and they were running late..instead of stressing over it, and looking at the clock every 5 seconds, they ignored it and focused on arriving at their destination, greeting whoever they were to meet there, or envision the entry way or whatever.. and they end up actually showing up either just in time, or moments before hand.. ok, sure there are times this could be sheer coincidence and/or mis calculations by the person involved, but there are still some cases that dont seem to be easily explained, not to mention time shifts, time lapses, missing time, and other bizarreness..or.. perhaps i am just guilable lol.. but it gives food for thought, and never the less.. time still does annoy me..
Saturday night.. i feel as though i am getting old..lol curl up with some horror films, (Feast- never heard of it before yesterday so giving it a try) a bottle of whiskey, a handful of favorite pills, and a few spliffs sounds like a pretty good plan..i hope everyones enjoying their weekend!!
Have a good one ;)
Tessa
I'm fucking depressed and tearful today, not just because I'm on the comedown from hell, but because I'm really missing Lydia (drug_wench), my ex. I know I fucked things up in that relationship and burned all my bridges, so she has every right not to want to know me anymore, but I wish we were still together. Fuck, if I could turn back the clock and take back all the nasty things I said and did, I would. I don't think I've ever loved a person as much as I loved her. I often wonder where she's at now, and how she's doing. She's a strong person, so I hope she's doing well and still on the road to recovery... unlike me.

Lyds, I don't know if you still use Bluelight, but if you're reading this I just want you to know that I'm sorry and that I still think about you. <3
there's an inside to my outside and i havent found it yet. im nearing what could only be mistaken as completely forgettable, but wasting time sits so deliciously.

between the eyes of some wayside disposal is the makings of comfortable chair lounging. too long and too lost behind years of golden atmosphere's held together by wishful thinking.

later
Wow, I was a cute kid. What happened? LOL <3


Hello all, so over the past 2 years i've been going to pain management. Docs been giving me ms contin 30mg TR, and 15mg ms contin IR. It really doesnt work that well for the reasons I need it mainly cause opiates are and have been the most amazing thing in the world to me for just over 7 years and i've grown quite a tolerance to all types of the little devils lol. Up untill about 2 or 3 months ago ive been just eating them, but recently i decided i wanted to try and get the most out of them. So ive taken them in every possible way i can dream up save smoking them (personally i think smoking pills isnt the smartest idea but i do a lot a stupid shit so who am i to judge, to each there own right) anyway ive been trying to figure out how to successfully slam em using the most effective and safest way i can manage. Just for the record my high of choice would be to mainline some high quality diesel, but i cant seem to find any of that lately :( so this is how far ive gotton after trying multiple ways to no avail;

1st:take off coating and crush pills into fine powder.
2nd:slowroast the powder untill heroin brown on a plate on my stovetop burner.
3rd:the heroin looking morphine (lol) is now actually water soluable sorta (doesnt gel up)
so ive mixed in spoon with some distilled water, sucked up into a needle-less syringe and backloaded into another syringe which has a cotton ball jammed in it to help filter.
i know i should be using a wheel filter with pills but im just trying things out for the moment and if it turns into a more permanent thing ill get one.
4th:now ive filtered through the cotton ball syringe into a fresh syringe and now im about to try it. the solution looks sooo similar to dope its making me drool, hopefully itl work kinda the same lol. ill post again on how this syringe works out but if anyone has any pointers or experience with this i could deff use some feedback. please you guys dont need to tell me how stupid i am for mainlining a pill i know its dumb, but then thats the life of a heroin user, full of a bunch of dumb decisions lol
oh and the 15mg pills are so easy cuz they dont gel up so i can jus mix, filter an draw em up no prob but there not that powerful.
=D
k ima go boot that now.....
Can I begin my recovery without a complete surrender?

04/12/10 12:29 AM


Yes. I’ve already began my recovery. I practice principals that often and sometimes still are rather difficult. I take healthy chances. I am changing.

I started doing this early in my recovery and I hadn’t completely surrendered. Have I completely surrendered at this point in time? Perhaps. This is a strange question and I can’t speak in absolute terms concerning ANYTHING.

I have surrendered and I am growing from practicing this program. I’m learning how to deal with life’s challenges much, MUCH better. I value service and I have sacrificed.

The way this question is worded makes me feel like the answer is supposed to be ‘no’. If ‘no’ is the expected answer than I have found a flaw in the program. My personal experience this time around is proof that complete surrender is NOT necessary to begin the process of recovery.
Sigh. I'm back to being broke all the damn time. This sucks!! Had a migraine & went to pharm to
pick up my Rx, but they hadn't gotten around to authorizing it yet. Hopefully tomarrow, please!!
A fine mess I'm in. On top of that the fucking student loan people, or somebody is garnishing my freaken wages again, now I'm really fucked. So it looks like somehow, some way I'm gonna be
forced to stop for awhile, the meth at least. Mom is not happy getting so little money from me

every month, usually $230 or so, but hell I have to pay $72 minimum for transportation to work,
phone bill is $25 a week, then Mom, fuck, then dope....there goes my entire cocksucking pay-
check now :(. Am so bummed. My cell phone charger of course decided to take a crap on me
now, so I have to hassle with transportation getting somewhere to replace a fuckin phone cord
to charge my phone. I CAN'T afford this now!!!

This is what I hated most about having a habit.
It's not just the dope itself, but the mindset that comes along with it, being fuck everything I don't
want to deal with. I remember back in the apartment days when my electricity finally got shut off, for some reason, that was the final thing that got me motivated to get some money. That nightI literally sold myself out on the street, lol, but I got my electricity back on. Trying to make money or problems that won't go away multiply doing shit, for me anyway. Still, the food thing, damn!

Our society hates fat people yet fucking food is everywhere, they advertise it all over bum fuck
Egypt, & you can't get away from it. I tended to stay to myself at home for that reason because
home is a controlled environment. Sigh. Work time.
Do I accept that I’ll never regain control, even after long periods of abstinence?

04/12/10 12:05 AM


I’ve already experienced long periods of abstinence. Twice.

I was clean from 1993 to 1998

Relapsed from 1998 to 2003

Clean again from 2003 to 2008

Relapsed again until the second day of rehab on August 22nd 2009

I keep fuckin’ up whenever I think “i’m normal now’ or when I tell myself ‘I can do just a little’

Yes, I accept that I won’t ever regain control.
What convinces me that I can’t use successfully anymore?

04/11/10 6:07 PM


My past history proves this. I can’t even drink alcohol or smoke weed. Alcohol fucks with my thought processes and ALWAYS brings me straight to coke. Weed isn’t enough for me.

So, here I am. Some jerkoff who abused his opportunities to get high for temporary relief. I don’t do temporary relief. Its all or nothing.
Day ? being homeless, actully homeless,homeless.
got put out of my living arangements last night because the bitch that i was staying with aqused me of stealing her shampoo. I wanted to choke the bitch but something inside me told me to not say anything, just act polite, and pack my shit.
I don't know about you guys but when you move in somewhere you somehow collect more shit, weather it be cloths, books, random shit etc.
wandering around birmingham 9pm last night trying to find somewhere to sleep. managed to find a spot that seemed secure and out of the way from public.
reached in my bag and pulled out my bottle of vodka that someone was nice enough to buy me yesterday and began to drink. i didn't get fucked up, just a shot or 2 to kill the pain i had burried inside me. evuntally i passed out, woke up around 7am this morning. walked to this AA club house that was down the street from where I crashed, hung out there for a little bit, used one of the guys phone to call my mom. she answered it, i woke her up. she works long 12hour shifts pretty much all week. so she wasn't to happy with me.
guess no one is happy with me because no matter who i contact or who i hang with no one wants me around. eh i'm fucking homeless what am i suspose to get? money doesn't seem to cut it, and the streets FUCKING SUCK!

Pride is a mother fucker. here i am, raised in a big house in a good part of town, good loving family. had dreams and goals of doing something with my life. now look at me now, walking around town with a backpack,sleepingbag attached to my backpack,skateboard hooked into my BP,roller travel suitcase, with a pillow tied to it. i guess its a good thing that i had 2 pairs of shoes because the strings can come in handy. havn't eatn shit since yesterday, managed to find a old bag of jelly beans that i'm munchin on now. give me some sugar atleast, better than nothing right?
got work today at 3pm at Arbys, i wonder what they are going to say when they see me with all this fucking shit with me. hopefully i wont loose my job.
seems like my goal moving out west to denver isn't going to happen. :(
The kid baught a mask and painted it and wanted me to take a picture with it. I think I looked like a camo mike myers (The Halloween movies murderer dude).

:\

Anyone want 2 moody kids for a couple days?? :X

See what I mean by my neck and shoulders though? Thats natural, im not puffing up my shirt or anything.....wtf? blah! 8o
Hello to all who may be reading this :) In starting my first blog, i want to say quite often i turn to blogs to rant or vent about certain issues pissing me off, annoying me etc..sometimes i tend to generalize, but i do understand that there are exceptions to just about everything!
Todays writing is due to a recent argument i have had with a good friend of mine.. this friend doesnt use anything, he had a bad experience in the 80s smoking weed and has since become an advocate to not use at all.. so obviously many debates and arguments between us have taken place over the past 10 years we have know each other! He has proven to me that he knows nothing of what he preaches about, pulling 'statistics' out of his ass pretty much in an attempt to get me to stop using..i, in turn aggrivate him because its never going to happen and he can preach as much as he wants to at me..but the other day i really could have slapped him, and should have.. My father has smoked since the 60s, grows and enjoys it on a regular basis both to be stoned and as pain relief for back problems..so naturally i didnt hide it from him when i first started smoking weed, and for years we have had a wonderful relationship that became more of a friendship than a father daughter kind of relationship.. which in my opinion is a really good thing and i am happy to have been able to get to know my father far better than either of my older 'clean cut' sisters ever could..we smoked together often, and usually went on road trips together and having one hell of a laugh doing so.. explaining to the previously mentioned friend the situation of my father and i, he was shocked and told me that this was child abuse!! i could have screamed.. i was 15, making my own decisions fully aware of the consequences, and would have continued to smoke even if my father didnt become a smoking buddy so to say.. and i have always seen it as a very positive thing..so for this friend to say such a thing really fucked me off to say the least, and it showed me just how much he really doesnt understand..i would be interested in hearing anyones thoughts on this, if you also see it as child abuse, or if you agree it wasnt?
Thanks to any of you who read this, will post more in the future :)
Tessa
I can't stop listening to Lykke Li!
If you have not heard of her- You gotta check her out......

She and Apparat need to make the soundtrack for my life:)

Here's some of the songs I currently have on repeat:
Time Flies

Little Bit

Everbody but me

Possibility

Tonight

Dance, Dance, Dance

*****Melodies and Desires ******


Yeah, I told you I'm obsessed ;)
So, C and I are on a break.
All of a sudden, I have to learn how to make friends again! Especially girl friends! Eeek!
Will keep all posted how the mingling is going...
I shouldn't have snorted those x's :(. But honestly I don't care what anyone says blowin that shit gets ya goin faster than anything. I'm talkin like I'm black again. Nothin against black people though. I am wrecked beyond any mention of a doubt. I have my nursing class tomorrow and I should be sleeping. No doubt i'm going to black out in a few moments but still... Oh wow my nose is bleeding. That's cool.I just blew my nose and I didn't think it was possible that I could fit that much snot up there. That's ridiculous. I'm feeling overly pleasant I think i'm going to go to bed now. I am on the brink of passing out. I need to shut everything off. I'm going to find a nice tv show to fall asleep to :). Happy dreaming!
10:45 AM
I'm irritable today. I get pissed at myself over the stupidest shit and I hold onto it. I'm sitting here beating myself up because I didn't use proper form when doing handstand push-ups. What the fuck is that all about? I think that we just look for reasons to beat ourselves up. I mean, shit, at least I did them. So what if I didn't go all the way down to get the maximum benefit? I'll keep this in mind, if you are going to do ANYTHING, do it properly.

3:00 PM
No-one is in the computer room right now (its females only) so I figure I'll write.

I was talking to Steph and she was telling me that this girl and I would make a good couple. Steph knows that I'm attracted to this girl, who reminds me of 'M' in a physical sense, and wants to play matchmaker.

I've been conflicted. I don't want to interfere with someone's recovery but the natural attraction to someone can't be avoided.

Last night I couldn't sleep so I went out on the deck to smoke. The girl I'm diggin' was out there as well. We had a great conversation and talked a little about people hooking up in here. I told her that I was trying to not hassle or make any of the females in here uncomfortable.

Steph told me today that the girl was always looking at me and I told her I was going to say something. I kind of had the sense that she thought I was avoiding her.

Anyway, I was walking with the cute girl and somehow I got around to saying something like "I'm already liken' someone in here".

She asked, "Who?".

"You", I replied.

"Oh man! That blows my mind! I kind of feel the same way too. I figured after our talk last night that that option was off the table."

"Yeah, I was and am conflicted about it but I had to say something."

Her friend came up to us at that point and it was left open-ended.

Its not like we'll be having sex or anything in here but perhaps when she's discharged. Eh, what can ay do?

Shit! I just remembered! I told that girl last night that I was still in love with 'M' and I figured it would be unfair to a woman if I got into a relationship when I was still in love with someone else. Sex isn't a relationship so I guess its a moot point. This girl is sexy as hell, too!

Christ! When I get out and whenever that stuff they put in the food wears off, I'm gonna have a weapon in my pants! LOL

I am able to get erections but the random hard-ons that I'm accustomed to getting just don't happen in here. That's cool though. I don't want to walk funny on my way to our meals.

Geez! This rehab journal is going to be interesting to look back on!

6:00 PM
Without fail, I am in my head and irritable again. I'm glad I'm noticing the times that this/these feelings and attitudes are occurring. It will help me eliminate potential variables as causes.

I get to go to an outside meeting tonight!!! Cool! I get to go to another REAL meeting and kill the monotony at the same time.

That girl I was talking about earlier said "Thank you" and I asked her why. She said that it was for the pack of cigarettes Steph gave her in the cafeteria. I had given them to Steph to give because I didn't want her to think I was trying to buy affection. She said she knew it was me.

I was sitting next to her and she said, "Don't let me keep you from doing what you want to do like write or work out."

I told her I just was watching TV in the Community Room. I took her statement as a polite way of saying "You're nice but…"

I can never read women or understand their vague lingo.

10:40 PM
I was on the list to attend an outside meeting. It was an AA meeting. In the past, I've had somewhat of a closed-mind in regards to AA. Many seem to look down their noses at addicts and their pre-amble seems to be very Christian oriented (even though they deny this).

It was a good meeting. It was a Beginners Meeting and they mentioned that they didn't care what people shared about (drugs, gambling, relationships, etc.).

One at a time they had us stand in front of the room and asked questions. One person asked the questions and the person in front answered in front of the whole group. Feedback in the form of honesty was given from the Chairperson.

I've never been to a meeting like that before.
‘There's a huge difference between resignation and surrender. Resignation is what we feel when we've realized we're addicts but haven't yet accepted recovery as the solution to our problem. Many of us found ourselves at this point long before coming to Narcotics Anonymous. We may have thought that it was our destiny to be addicts, to live and die in our addiction. Surrender, on the other hand, is what happens after we've accepted the First Step as something that is true for us and have accepted that recovery is the solution. We don't want our lives to be the way they have been. We don't want to keep feeling the way we've been feeling.’
(source: NA Step Working Guide pg 6)

What am I afraid of about the concept of surrender, if anything?

04/09/10 3:00 PM


I’m not afraid of this concept at all. I’m finding that faith, acceptance and powerlessness are working quite well in helping me deal with life.

I can’t complain. Yeah, shit might not work the way I want it to but maybe I don’t have enough information to really have a good grasp of healthy, practical ‘wants’. So I roll with things, apply effort and allow the lessons to come.
I was driving to my guy's place today to pick up some more gear, and noticed in my rear-view mirror that a cop car was behind me. I turned down a few streets and it followed me, eventually sounding it's siren. I pulled over, and the cop walked up to my window and said he was conducting a "random license and registration check." I sighed with frustration and said "Ok, do what you gotta do. My license and rego are all up to date."

He then looked at me and said "Where are you heading today?" This got me a bit worried. I replied "Just going to a friend's place for a while." He nodded, finished checking my details, and let me go. I waited until he drove off and disappeared before starting my car and continuing to drive to my guy's place. I drove down a few extra streets just be sure that I wasn't still being followed. I swear, the cops in this city all know me. Probably from the time I crashed my car and they found drugs in it, and of course, the time I fought with the six officers who took me to the psych hospital. :\
What reservations am I still holding on to?

04/07/10 10:49 PM


This sucks because I guess I do have some reservations and they are rather big. Most of the time I don’t think about them but when I do think about them they become very real.

  • I have never shot meth and I regret that
  • I have never shot dilaudid
  • I have done speedballs but I was too cautious and never got the full experience
  • I miss LSD (haven’t done it in about 12 years but still)
  • I have never done pure MDMA

Yes, this is a list of ‘I nevers’ but if the opportunity was right in front of me it would be VERY difficult to resist.
I've decided, I'm gonna quit using benzos daily and instead keep a small supply to use PRN (as needed). This isn't gonna be easy though, considering I've been taking them daily for 7 years. I'll start with the diazepam, which I've only been using for about 6 months or so, and wean myself off it by 5mg's a week (I'm prescribed 20mg's a day, so that should take 4 weeks if all goes well).

Then I'll deal with the clonazepam, which will be much more difficult. I could either taper down the clonazepam I'm on now (6mg's a day) by, say, one milligram a month. Or I could switch it over to the equivilant dose of diazepam which is 120mg's (0.5mg's of clonaz = 10mg diaz) which many people find easier to do, and then taper down from that. I'll probably need to discuss the clonazepam with my doc next time I see him, cos I've been on it for a very long time and I don't wanna risk having a seizure from the withdrawals. The seizures I've had from benzo withdrawal have always been bad - I'm talking life-threatening. And the thought of going into status epilepticus scares the hell outta me. :(
Today is STILL Thuesday, April 8th, 2010 and it is now 857 PM here in Brooklyn, NYC.

Picking up from, my talking about Jackie ad maseum (aren't people in love absolutely sickening?)...

I am once again simaltaneously IMing with Jackie as I write this entry, she is still down with a heavy cold. I had entitled my last entry, "No Greater Love" because of something she had said to me last night. We were quiet for a minute or two and then...

(Cebuano/Bisaya translated into English by moi)

Jackie: "Baby, you know what my sister told me today?"

Rachamim: How could I possibly know what she told you hahahaha, what baby?

J: She asked, what if I gave one of the girls to Hassan (Hassan being her ex, Jackie has 2 young daughters, ages 5 and 2.5). Maybe then Hassan will leave me alone.

R: WHAT? That faggot is sniffing around your ass again? Tell me.

J: Noooooooo...Not since Feburary when my brother kicked him in the head.
But what do you think of my sister's idea?

R: Hell No!!! Do you know what would happen to your daughter? He will cut off her clit, take her out of school and sell her into marriage before age 13. Hell no, fuck that piece of shit, I should have ****** him when I was ready to.

*A few pensive minutes go by, I calmed down and analysed her words.

Rachamim: Baby, first, I want you to know, I love you so much. I do not care about anything BUT your happiness. I will always accept you but I want and I need you to answer me honestly: Are you considering this idea because of Hassan, or because you want a fresh start in life?

*A few more pensive moments...

Jackie: I want a fresh start.

R: Jackie, I love you, and I want you to be happy. If you ever did decide something like that, and truly thought about it well, I will not stand in your way. But you must understand, if you do that, you will never see her again.
Were you thinking 1 or both girls?

Jackie: Both. I am hoping you will make the decison for me.

R: Noooooooooo, never. G-D forbid one day you were to be arguing with me and suddenly say, "Because of you I lost my daughters, I hate you!" Noooooo. IF you EVER do this it has to be entirely your decison. I will support you emotionally either way.

J: Do you think bad of me?

R: Baby, I could never think bad of you even if I tried. Look...


*SOME BACKGROUND: Jackie was 16 when she met Hassan (not his real name either). He pressured her, she had never even really talked romantically with a man, she ended up running away from home.

He told her he would never take a 2nd wife (he is Muslim), and that he would legally marry her. He made a fake ceremony and never filed the certificate. Her family disowned her until finally 4 years later she became pregnant with her first daughter. As she got pregnant with their 2nd daughter, he impregnanated another woman and tried to make Jackie accept a 2nd wife...She realised soon after she got with him that it was not love, but thought she had no choice because she had ruined her life. After the 1st child, her family accepted her again BUT by then she felt she was stuck with Hassan...then came the 2nd child and the separation...

Rachamim: Baby...when you were a kid this grown man (she was 16 and he was 32) took advantage of you. He lied to you and in the end you have 2 children with Muslim names and it is natural that when you meet a man you really love, you wish you could erase your past.

But baby, these girls are innocent. They didn't ask to be born. IF their father was a decent man, and could provide a decent life I would not be saying a word. It is not the worst life, many people choose to live as Muslims, but these girls don't have to. You need to consider it very carefully but I WILL be there for you either way.

J: Baby, please answer me honestly: Are you happier with me and the girls, or me alone?

*At this point I was cornered. I am honest to a fault...They are adorable girls, but they are not mine, they don't look like me (that "racial" thing) and they have Muslim names which creates a funny issue back home in Israel. Not major things but enought to make me honestly "not as happy" as I might be.

Rachamim: Well...Look...I love you. I want nothing more than to make you happy. If your girls make you happy than they make me happy. If you are not happy with them, then I support your decison because in the end, I am yours. Please do not put me into the equation. It is not fair to me, the girls or yourself.

J: Yes my love, you are right.

And so we moved onto other subjects...but eveny now and then I would bring it back into the conversation.

In the end she said she will think about it in deoth.

Today I found myself suddenly thinking shit like, "If we did not have the girls I could take Jackie and travel...We could even move to Cambodia! I felt so guilty with these thoughts, like the biggest piece of shit in the world.

It truly does not make me think bad of her, she is a great mom, but she also had a miserable life and those 2 beautiful little girls are a constant reminder of that life. I understand the basic psychological framework. It doesn't make it any easier to contemplate ot digest though...
4/3/2010

Fat shots? Obviously, I have no clue as to what you're talking about, because the only kind of "fat shos" I'm aware of are those rare do dads filled with some awesome meth. I've heard of shots dieters used to get at the "fat clinics," but I doubt you're talking about them. No matter. Whatever the hell they are, from the way you've described them, I'm quite content to just "forget about them," haha.

Your writings have caused me to reflect & think of course. I don't believe anything really is "by accident." I can't lie; I get sad any time I hear about "recovery" literature, although happy for whoever is long term and seriously loving the hell out of it vs. the "using" life. My sponsor had asked me under what circumstance did I think I could NOT get out of clean? Ironically, where apparently most of the members I'd heard share had indicated it would be emotional pain, I'm opposite.

My own deliberate mental training plus dope allowed me an ex-
tremely high tolerance for emotional pain, as I'd feel it, take dope, & write about it. In recovery, I was taught to keep writing, but to pick up the phone, talk to God, work the Steps--& I was ok. I didn't use, although sure I DID miss the massive physical intensity of pleasure only IV speed has only ever given me. Still, I told my sponsor what would take me out would be if, God forbid, I was fucked with some long or even short term illness that created ongoing, intensive physical pain—and that would do me in.

Although, it wasn't physical pain, per se, it WAS/is a debilitating condition that has a drastic negative impact-- physically. It started somewhere around my 15th month clean, but soon became increasingly worse. I lasted through 9 months of intensive chronic fatigue before I finally said fuck it & "went back out." I know other NA members that would have stuck it out, put up with it, even if they never found any relief. They would of continued to seek correct solution, via the correct way.

The mere fact that I lasted 9 freaken months without picking up the needle long before THAT would not have happened without NA. I wouldn't of gone to the Dr. & had tests, tried Weight Watchers, exercise ect & still stayed clean for 27 months with no relief in sight. I had no more money for more tests as a clean person, so my choices as I saw it were either put up with being miserable knowing I may or may never get "well," whatever the fuck that even meant.

The 2nd option is what real tough ass recovery principled members had said ,"using is NOT an option." That meant, the price of using would be too high, in my mind. I see their point. And, I didn't just blindly, "accidentally" relapse one night, nor was it in any way a shock when it did finally arrive. The fatigue left me so debilitated; I was barely able to work 4 x a week. I went from 6 day wk, to 5, then 5 days every other wk.

I managed that schedule barely, but the meeting attendance became less & less, as did my social life, until I dropped to 1 meeting a wk, no social life, just work & sleep. I was encouraged to go to more meetings of course, but the fatigue made my quality of life crap. All I could do was constantly fight to stay awake. I am not making any excuses to justify my using. I had a choice--a real shitty, crap choice, but I could have chosen to put up with being tired 24/7 while taking however long it took to find out why. I didn’t. I chose drugs instead. They can only offer temporary relief, but I didn’t care anymore. I know that & yeah it's no one's fault by mine.

God knows there are things I love about using even more than before. The obvious benefit: feeling anything other than fucking tired, relief from chronic morbid obesity. Truthfully, it's a damn miracle the FAT didn't send me running for meth long before the fatigue pissed all over me. I'd forgotten how wonderful it felt to be able to move around freely again. When the lbs kept dropping---until the weight loss leveled & I've maintained a steady 170 lbs for the last 3 months or so--my looks returned, so everyone says.

I tried to accept the fact that I was going to have to be fat forever (in spite of Weight Watchers & 3 x wk at the gym + walking.) Once I hit 223 lbs, I was stuck at a porky size 20--& it REALLY hurt. My creativity was the last to be restored--assets that only my using self has---but ONLY along with a very high price.. Nothing is ever free.. If I ever did get clean again, in order to NOT weigh more than 170 lbs, I’d probably have to attend OA instead of NA to deal with & have the strength to suffer the intensive food cravings without drugs. Overeaters Anonymous (12 steps 4 lard asses like I never want to be again) would be more practical since with all the clean druggies, every fucking social activity revolves WAY too much around food!

That’s fine & dandy if you’re one of the lucky ones that won’t turn into the Good Year Blimp in 5 months of clean time, but it obviously is NOT fine for me. The combination of long term meth use off, stopping just like that at age 42 was when the beached whale took up residence in my body—in spite of Weight Watchers & exercise 3 x a week. I couldn’t maintain anything lower than 223 lbs. I was horrified the fat had piled on at the rate of 5 lbs/wk for 5 months---until I reached 240 lbs—until Mr. Prick moved back in & booted the ugly fat back out.

All the time before, as a teenager, I thought I was fat, was all in my mind.
Having felt what it was like to be a size 22, experiencing the prison of immobility, as well as being very unattractive, made me appreciate the way I look, & move now. That’s only because now I know what it means to REALLY be fat. All I know is that I don't ever want to have to go through that again—even if it means having to be a meth head. I hope I can perhaps convince my Dr. of the severity of the fat & fatigue problem & ask her to write me a script for a one a day pill or something.

I haven’t had the nerve though, as I don’t want that to have to suffer potential consequences of such a request. Truthfully, I can't understand why & how half the other NA members that were also as big or bigger than I was, tolerate being and looking like hideous gluttons either. That is the equivalent of exchanging one addictive behavior for another as far as I'm concerned. A weight gain of up to as much as 40 lbs is understandable, which is still a lot, but beyond that - is absolutely unacceptable to me.

I still don't have the answers as to my current problems that using creates, mainly financial, as well as so called spiritual which is the awareness of the pain caused by my being a recluse. Also, those occasional emotional blow ups I'm famous for. The blow ups, I've managed to curtail but are difficult in the heat of the moment, to apply. My using has been rationed & cut by half out of simple monetary lack. .

Having change forced upon me, always due to financial pressure either from stagnating & knowing I should be getting paid a lot more than a dead end job--or because others force it on me either by 100% rent increase, having to move, ect. pisses me off to the point of outright hate at the situation. I find challenge a serious insult in situations as above, or similar variations---as well as a threat once again to my survival/security. I would rather stay in a stupidly, insultingly low paying dead end shit job & do without credit cards, as I have over 14 yrs, anything but a junk car, a house, or anything that involves payments longer than 3-6 months max.

I don't do high maintenance commitments--financial or time wise, other than drugs, friendships, cell phone, & rent. I try to find the absolute cheapest rent, $250/mo ideally. Cell with net is my luxury, but I can't imagine being tied down 24/7 to some high pressure career, spouse, or possession (except dope) that hinders spontaneity. Granted, temporarily working 7days a week, or working 2 jobs 5 days a week for up to 6 months, or a year to attain financial piece of mind is doable, but beyond that, hell no.

Cutting ties with dope did grant some freedoms--easier to travel without worrying about lack of connection, having enough dope to maintain a state of feeling "normal," not to mention the expense. Believe it or not though, there is a price to pay for sobriety as well. In my case, I loved the benefits & hated the disadvantages.

I was unwilling past a certain point to continue suffering the chronic fatigue. Drugs have thus far been my only relief---feeling fantastic at times---but not without a very high price.
I'll be there babies..

I'd love to see if anyone else will be around and or meet up with me.

I was very fortunate to get the scholarship via SSDP.

Hoping someone will give me a little company. :)
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