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December. Fuckerfucking December.
Raise your hand if you love December hahahahaha, just kidding. I don't care. (Not to mention, none of you did, anyway.)
Let's have a neat list, shall we?
- I can't STAND shopping.
- I can't STAND spending money - I panic like crazy.
- I can't stand buying gifts. More panic (what if it isn't what you wanted? What if you hate it?)
- I can't stand disappointing people, predominantly loved ones. I don't want to crap on my kids' hopes.
- I can't STAND getting gifts. What if I don't like what I've gotten? Then I have to fake as if I like the shit. And I can't toss it or re-gift it if it came from family. I'm stuck with useless crap forever. Yay. Barf.
- I can't stand holiday decorations.
- I can't STAND wrapping shit.
- Although not directly December related, I can't STAND the weather. It's cold as my tit out constantly.
- I have lost too many friends in the month of December.
- It goes: Christmas, my birthday, New Year's Eve so basically, I get "Happy Birthmas" cards or some other dumb shit.
- This both pisses me off and doesn't because I hate getting shit, nevertheless I know I'd get more respect if my day was in April...
- If anyone does bother to acknowledge my birthday, it's with a combo gift "for both events! Cool, right?". Yes. As cool as chlamydia from a public toilet. Fuck you, assears. I'm gonna get you one, too. Who cares if your birthday is in August.
- I pay attention. I *know* what you want. Probably better than anyone else in your life because when I'm with my girlfriends and one of them is looking through a magazine, I look at what she points to. When she tosses herself down on the couch after a long day and says, "all I want is..." I write it down. When we're walking around and she stops at a window to admire whatever the fuck bullshit is in it, I get a sense of her tastes. With my guy friends, I know what his hobbies are and I ask about what the coolest shit in it is. If he likes pool, tell me about...*shrug* sticks. Oh, lol, not sticks? Cues? I'm a dummy. Tell me about them. Yeah...and do you have a case? A bag? If it's bowling...you get it. Even better, if I'm friends with both halves of a couple, I can tell each one how to get the perfect gift for the other.
- But I can't do it myself because I'm broke.
- ...and broken.
I fucking hate December.
Every time I think about you I get this amazing nervous feeling in my stomach and a big smile. Our relationship didn't last an especially long time but the impact you had on my life has reverberated through the last decade like the last note of a fantastic concert. That trip to Knoxville reverberates through my mind. The drawing you made for me in rehab hangs on my wall "Funky not a junky" my mind always completes the verse "but I know where to get it". You will always be the one who got away. I would have gladly moved to Knoxville for just a chance to date you. But it wasn't to be. I think I will always wonder what if. But its a good wondering no bitterness just a nice daydream. Ill always have a special place in my dreams for you.
Not normally...but this is a poem...for...reasons.
A P o Em
Who can write
With a broken pen (heart)
Amongst all these shattered
Glass pieces of (my heart) the bottle
Thrown against the wall (of my chest)
Who can heal (sob)
While clenching teeth (photos) so tightly
The blood is barely (runs freely) concealed
Who fucking wants to
Who fucking wants to
Why bother
When it will all happen again
On a whim against the weakness
Flower petals so easily crushed by
Heavy winter boots
Fucking indifferent
Don't
Please don't
Don't say it
...I love you too
~shard
12/3/16
A P o Em
Who can write
With a broken pen (heart)
Amongst all these shattered
Glass pieces of (my heart) the bottle
Thrown against the wall (of my chest)
Who can heal (sob)
While clenching teeth (photos) so tightly
The blood is barely (runs freely) concealed
Who fucking wants to
Who fucking wants to
Why bother
When it will all happen again
On a whim against the weakness
Flower petals so easily crushed by
Heavy winter boots
Fucking indifferent
Don't
Please don't
Don't say it
...I love you too
~shard
12/3/16
Isn’t that what immigration is for? Who in their right mind would have one? I don’t see the appeal of babies and toddlers.
They’re disgusting and selfish. They stink. Their breath smells like sour milk. They spew foul liquids from every orifice. Kaka, snot, vomit, ear goo, pee, and some thigns I don’t even know about. They make awful sounds. They’re ugly and look like aliens.
Today is Armistice Day, and most stores and cafés are closed. Only the big chain stores like Starbucks are open. I needed to get out of my tiny flat and work somewhere else for a while.
I was horrified to see a badly behaved double family bring in double sets of babies and toddlers to Starbucks today. They took over the store and acted like they owned it the instant they walked in. They gathered up every empty table and chair and blocked the room with themselves, the misplaced furniture, their luggage, and strollers. This forced everyone else to dodge them and resulted in a lot of people bumping into each other to avoid them.
Tweeker skinny and hyperactive, the blond mother looked batsh1t crazy. Her eyes so wide you could see all the way around the iris. her clothes were half thrown on. Sweatpants, socks and shoes that did not match, greasy blond hair in a kerchief and running around all frazzled as the toddlers ran around the store screaming and flinging the whipped cream off their mochas at each other. The baby in the baby wheelchair emitted a mindless howl every couple of minutes. The blond mother gave nasty glares at anybody who looked even mildly annoyed. The brown haired mother ignored held another baby and ignored the toddlers.
What was even more mind-boggling is that some guy said they were cute. No. Kittens are cute. Puppies are cute. Your spawn are monsters. And the fathers were standing gossiping to each other with their black lab they had brought into the store. Even the dog was misbehaving and running around the store. They did not attempt to discipline their children. Their voices were loud to give them away as British tourists. What was even more messed up was taht they had a black nanny with them to help, but she was just as useless as the fathers. She seemed more like just another status symbol and accessory for the parents.
All I wanted to do was work in a place that was reasonably normal for a busy café, which I can usually do for hours at Starbucks, but it wasn't possible today.
They’re disgusting and selfish. They stink. Their breath smells like sour milk. They spew foul liquids from every orifice. Kaka, snot, vomit, ear goo, pee, and some thigns I don’t even know about. They make awful sounds. They’re ugly and look like aliens.
Today is Armistice Day, and most stores and cafés are closed. Only the big chain stores like Starbucks are open. I needed to get out of my tiny flat and work somewhere else for a while.
I was horrified to see a badly behaved double family bring in double sets of babies and toddlers to Starbucks today. They took over the store and acted like they owned it the instant they walked in. They gathered up every empty table and chair and blocked the room with themselves, the misplaced furniture, their luggage, and strollers. This forced everyone else to dodge them and resulted in a lot of people bumping into each other to avoid them.
Tweeker skinny and hyperactive, the blond mother looked batsh1t crazy. Her eyes so wide you could see all the way around the iris. her clothes were half thrown on. Sweatpants, socks and shoes that did not match, greasy blond hair in a kerchief and running around all frazzled as the toddlers ran around the store screaming and flinging the whipped cream off their mochas at each other. The baby in the baby wheelchair emitted a mindless howl every couple of minutes. The blond mother gave nasty glares at anybody who looked even mildly annoyed. The brown haired mother ignored held another baby and ignored the toddlers.
What was even more mind-boggling is that some guy said they were cute. No. Kittens are cute. Puppies are cute. Your spawn are monsters. And the fathers were standing gossiping to each other with their black lab they had brought into the store. Even the dog was misbehaving and running around the store. They did not attempt to discipline their children. Their voices were loud to give them away as British tourists. What was even more messed up was taht they had a black nanny with them to help, but she was just as useless as the fathers. She seemed more like just another status symbol and accessory for the parents.
All I wanted to do was work in a place that was reasonably normal for a busy café, which I can usually do for hours at Starbucks, but it wasn't possible today.
So today makes the first day into 'phase' at the rehab that i'm at. which means that i have been there at the rehab center a little over 2 months now, and let me tell you.. the past 2 months have been hell. i'm not used to being told to make my bed, and do chores. after 2 months of that i started to learn to make my bed every morning i wake up, and to do my chore. now that i'm in the 'phase' program i will get in trouble if i do not do those things, and if i get 5 'issues' then i will have to either write 18,000 words or a list of shit to do, and i really do not want to write that many words, and the shit that i'd have to do is like to sleep in detox, or be assigned a brother and take him to meetings.
I have a little more freedom now, like i get to leave at 4:30pm and stay out until 11pm. before hand i couldn't leave the property unless it were a weekend, and instead of being required to attend 15 meetings a week, I only have to do 7. so i get to get out a little bit more, the downside of that is that i have to be up at 3:30am on Wednesday morning and work in the kitchen there until 11pm.(with breaks after breakfast,lunch and dinner, and have to go to an AA meeting after dinner). we are not allowed to have any coffee there so that really sucks. Hell i woke up that early in the morning to get another one in me (that is if i did go to sleep).
I have a total of 4 more months in the 'program' and after this month goes by then they will move me from a top bunk, to a bottom bunk, and after the second month of phase then i will be moved to a single bed, and after the single bed then i will be moved upstairs.
Hell, I came from the streets. I was sleeping in a tent off of an old abandoned railroad track. in the winter months, drinking myself warm everynight. I didn't know that I would turn into an alcoholic until..
like on the 5th month and i woke up next to a hooker with the taste of hand sanatizer on my breath. I knew I had hit my bottom there, I went from drinking hard liquors <mouthwash < hand sanatizer, the next would have been break fluid or some fucked up shit. I did the drugs when they were around, later discovered that I can get more alcohol for my money, so I said fuck drugs wheres the bottle!
a lot of my homeless friends would have got paid like around the first of the month from SSI, and be broke the next day, where I would go pan handle and get a gallon of the cheapest vodka that i could buy and be shit faced for the next few days, i would keep doing that shit until I found out that I can get even fubard by drinking mouth wash. that was my shit!!
I'm sober now, and thats only some of my story.
I can't wait until I have more time sober so I can help another alcoholic, and once I graduate from this program then I will have a chance to do so, and get paid to do it! xD
I have a little more freedom now, like i get to leave at 4:30pm and stay out until 11pm. before hand i couldn't leave the property unless it were a weekend, and instead of being required to attend 15 meetings a week, I only have to do 7. so i get to get out a little bit more, the downside of that is that i have to be up at 3:30am on Wednesday morning and work in the kitchen there until 11pm.(with breaks after breakfast,lunch and dinner, and have to go to an AA meeting after dinner). we are not allowed to have any coffee there so that really sucks. Hell i woke up that early in the morning to get another one in me (that is if i did go to sleep).
I have a total of 4 more months in the 'program' and after this month goes by then they will move me from a top bunk, to a bottom bunk, and after the second month of phase then i will be moved to a single bed, and after the single bed then i will be moved upstairs.
Hell, I came from the streets. I was sleeping in a tent off of an old abandoned railroad track. in the winter months, drinking myself warm everynight. I didn't know that I would turn into an alcoholic until..
like on the 5th month and i woke up next to a hooker with the taste of hand sanatizer on my breath. I knew I had hit my bottom there, I went from drinking hard liquors <mouthwash < hand sanatizer, the next would have been break fluid or some fucked up shit. I did the drugs when they were around, later discovered that I can get more alcohol for my money, so I said fuck drugs wheres the bottle!
a lot of my homeless friends would have got paid like around the first of the month from SSI, and be broke the next day, where I would go pan handle and get a gallon of the cheapest vodka that i could buy and be shit faced for the next few days, i would keep doing that shit until I found out that I can get even fubard by drinking mouth wash. that was my shit!!
I'm sober now, and thats only some of my story.
I can't wait until I have more time sober so I can help another alcoholic, and once I graduate from this program then I will have a chance to do so, and get paid to do it! xD
Everyday is just a little worse then the last. I have a pile of SSRIs all lined up on my night stand inviting me too eat them all at once. A cry for help. A week in the phych ward followed by no one giving a fuck still. Don't get me wrong my parents try. I just cant help myself. Everyone would be better off if I was dead or not involved in there life. I just need to find the courage to kill myself. I have been told that I will feel much better after a make a final decision on death. All the worries and doubts will drift away and I will feel at peace with the absolute meaningless of this world. I hope that is true.
I thought I was doing fairly alright then it got train wreck tragic. In a nutshell because it's too painful to get into: Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I cook for a week in advance so I'm not stuck in the kitchen all day, giving me the opportunity to enjoy the company of my guests; as to them, I request nothing of them save, perhaps, booze or a very special dish if they feel so inspired.
I invite anyone with a pulse - perfect strangers and my most revered. This year was no different. In fact, quite the opposite. The guest list would be my sweetie and I, our two boys and teen gal, our eldest daughter driving from WA with her sweetie, my brother, his lady and their two kids, both my sisters and sweeties, the elder with her daughter, my tenant, one of my earliest friends from jr. high, my love brother (sounds rather kink, but no. He’s a Brother-In-Faith), a pair of friends and a neighboring family with their three kids.
Except, apparently, I had a lobotomy or something, because I forgot I am sick as fuck. There is no slutchunking way in Ancient Rome I can handle all the required cooking. I can barely pour cereal and I’m supposed to make a 30 lb. glazed turkey, garlic mashed potatoes, sweet potato crunch, sautéed garden veggies, arroz con gandules, salad, muffins and oh, 6 pies and a cheesecake? Plus gravy, amaretto whip cream and stuffing?
Did I mention I’m the lucky asshole with agoraphobia AND social anxiety disorder?
Now, before you zip over here to thump me with a fresh Gilligan, I wasn’t always this way. As a matter of fact, this time, last year, that guest list would have prompted scoffing. "Just them? That's it? Amateur."
As a result of recently being diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Fibromyalgia, losing 50+ pounds, and feeling as attractive as a pre-chewed Mick Jagger mini-marshmallow (not to mention dealing with The Haters telling everyone the weight loss was cancer until someone saw me get lightheaded and almost pass out at the grocery store, then it became "no, she’s totally a drug addict!" [Hey Alanis, is THIS the right place to say ironic?], only fueling my desire to stay the fuck inside, well, I pretty much fucked up my favorite holiday - the one that allows me to get through the rest of the shitty ones, by being too fucking sick and terrified to even leave my fucking bedroom.
Well done.
I invite anyone with a pulse - perfect strangers and my most revered. This year was no different. In fact, quite the opposite. The guest list would be my sweetie and I, our two boys and teen gal, our eldest daughter driving from WA with her sweetie, my brother, his lady and their two kids, both my sisters and sweeties, the elder with her daughter, my tenant, one of my earliest friends from jr. high, my love brother (sounds rather kink, but no. He’s a Brother-In-Faith), a pair of friends and a neighboring family with their three kids.
Except, apparently, I had a lobotomy or something, because I forgot I am sick as fuck. There is no slutchunking way in Ancient Rome I can handle all the required cooking. I can barely pour cereal and I’m supposed to make a 30 lb. glazed turkey, garlic mashed potatoes, sweet potato crunch, sautéed garden veggies, arroz con gandules, salad, muffins and oh, 6 pies and a cheesecake? Plus gravy, amaretto whip cream and stuffing?
Did I mention I’m the lucky asshole with agoraphobia AND social anxiety disorder?
Now, before you zip over here to thump me with a fresh Gilligan, I wasn’t always this way. As a matter of fact, this time, last year, that guest list would have prompted scoffing. "Just them? That's it? Amateur."
As a result of recently being diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Fibromyalgia, losing 50+ pounds, and feeling as attractive as a pre-chewed Mick Jagger mini-marshmallow (not to mention dealing with The Haters telling everyone the weight loss was cancer until someone saw me get lightheaded and almost pass out at the grocery store, then it became "no, she’s totally a drug addict!" [Hey Alanis, is THIS the right place to say ironic?], only fueling my desire to stay the fuck inside, well, I pretty much fucked up my favorite holiday - the one that allows me to get through the rest of the shitty ones, by being too fucking sick and terrified to even leave my fucking bedroom.
Well done.
I'm staring at this keyboard struggling with what I want to say, afraid of, you guessed it, saying too much.
How many days straight, no sleep, is too much?
How many days straight without leaving your room? Not seeing your kids even though they're just on the other side of the fucking door?
How much self loathing?
How much blame can one person carry?
....and how much fucking blow?
How many days straight, no sleep, is too much?
How many days straight without leaving your room? Not seeing your kids even though they're just on the other side of the fucking door?
How much self loathing?
How much blame can one person carry?
....and how much fucking blow?
It's been a little while since I've used any drugs other than the ones I'm prescribed.
But today I had a day with no commitments and no one was going to be home with me but my dogs.
So I decided to pick up a bundle of dope and some crack. Not too much but nowhere near enough, as anyone who has ever been addicted to drugs may know...
I've been smoking the crack all day and sniffing the dope. I've got to go to the supermarket with my girlfriend to buy the food we need for Thanksgiving dinner. That's going to be a fucking trip. I don't want her to know I'm on drugs, especially crack, but it's going to be pretty fucking obvious.
It's going to be pretty terrible. I fucked up again. I'm so sorry, bubba bear, I really am. I've just been so depressed and anxious lately. This is obvious but I want to fucking fix it.
I don't really subscribe to the AA/NA thing of complete abstinence, because I've been somewhat successful on Suboxone but honestly maybe I need to reevaluate that.
I want to get the hell off of Suboxone and Klonopin but it's going to be so fucking hard. I think I am going to have to go in-patient for that because I've been on Klonopin for over 5 years, probably closer to 8 years. And I've been dependent on Suboxone for 3+ years. I'm on 8mg per day sublingual Suboxone.
It's going to be a bitch to get off of them both. I think I would get off Suboxone first and then work on getting off of Klonopin, because there's no way in hell I would subject myself to concurrent benzo and opioid withdrawal.
I need to get off of these medications.
I want to wake up in the morning and not need any pills or powders or whatever to get through my day. I want to feel natural endorphins again. I want to sleep naturally again and not be knocked out chemically.
There's a time and a place for drugs and chemicals, I truly believe that, but I've wasted over 10 years of my life on chemicals.
I know I need to do grief counseling to help me deal with the loss of my mother.
I also know I need to get off of Suboxone and Klonopin because they're like a ball and chain I drag around with me, making everything hazy and surreal.
But today I had a day with no commitments and no one was going to be home with me but my dogs.
So I decided to pick up a bundle of dope and some crack. Not too much but nowhere near enough, as anyone who has ever been addicted to drugs may know...
I've been smoking the crack all day and sniffing the dope. I've got to go to the supermarket with my girlfriend to buy the food we need for Thanksgiving dinner. That's going to be a fucking trip. I don't want her to know I'm on drugs, especially crack, but it's going to be pretty fucking obvious.
It's going to be pretty terrible. I fucked up again. I'm so sorry, bubba bear, I really am. I've just been so depressed and anxious lately. This is obvious but I want to fucking fix it.
I don't really subscribe to the AA/NA thing of complete abstinence, because I've been somewhat successful on Suboxone but honestly maybe I need to reevaluate that.
I want to get the hell off of Suboxone and Klonopin but it's going to be so fucking hard. I think I am going to have to go in-patient for that because I've been on Klonopin for over 5 years, probably closer to 8 years. And I've been dependent on Suboxone for 3+ years. I'm on 8mg per day sublingual Suboxone.
It's going to be a bitch to get off of them both. I think I would get off Suboxone first and then work on getting off of Klonopin, because there's no way in hell I would subject myself to concurrent benzo and opioid withdrawal.
I need to get off of these medications.
I want to wake up in the morning and not need any pills or powders or whatever to get through my day. I want to feel natural endorphins again. I want to sleep naturally again and not be knocked out chemically.
There's a time and a place for drugs and chemicals, I truly believe that, but I've wasted over 10 years of my life on chemicals.
I know I need to do grief counseling to help me deal with the loss of my mother.
I also know I need to get off of Suboxone and Klonopin because they're like a ball and chain I drag around with me, making everything hazy and surreal.
Holy shit, it's been 42 days since I made the decision to go on methadone as a maintenance drug to address my addiction to opiates. In the beginning it was great! I was still getting high from my 'done and I was accomplishing a lot! I had to keep going up a bit every few days to a week, which is how I found myself at 75mgs. Well, I was happy at around 45/55ish but then I had to go and get high (or was it take pills? I'm not too sure) and started feeling guilty in a way I haven't before. I knew that by doing that I just messed up my tolerance. For some people it may take a few times of using on top of methadone, but for me, all it takes is ONE use that creates a high stronger than what I'm use to on a daily basis and then I'm stuck with being at a higher dose. The lower one just doesn't do it for me anymore. I hate it, but it is what it is. I was trying real hard to NOT fuck around on the methadone, to stick with the notion that we were getting clean.
For realz....
...yea, I said we. We, as in, my boyfriend and I, as in, the person I've spent the last 10.5 years with and will in all likelihood spend the rest of my life with. We both joined the program and I thought he was going to actually work the program. It turns out that he is using methadone because it's cheaper than maintaining a habit on anything else, his social anxiety and grave depression is lifted while an opiate is attached to his receptors, and it's better than the alternative of smoking dope all the time. So I was wrong about his intentions and motivations for getting on the program. As always, my feelings of actually wanting to give this sober thing a shot, feel silly, naïve, and just, well, almost embarrassed for some reason? I'm not sure.
Like I'm super lame for wanting to get sober. Like I should be okay with the drug life. Like it's weird that I'm even considering that drugs are actually bad for you....giving into the propaganda. Shit, my counselor at the clinic is a huge abstinence only kinda gal and it bugs me that she tries and makes me feel guilty or bad for still smoking cannabis!
It doesn't work! LOL!!! I'm not worried about my cannabis After giving up everything else, including getting drunk, I feel like a bowl after the kids are in bed, while I'm curled up in my bed with a book or a movie and something sweet, is a lot better than I was doing AND there is absolutely nothing wrong with it! I know cannabis is a relatively benign plant and there are many states that have it legal for recreational use.
It's honestly the only substance I don't have a real issue with. If there were cocaine (mdma, dmt, ketamine, _______) in my home, I'd want to do it as soon as my kids are asleep! I wouldn't want to wait. It's kinda easy to save the psyche's since I don't abuse them-I try and treat them with the utmost respect.
For realz....
...yea, I said we. We, as in, my boyfriend and I, as in, the person I've spent the last 10.5 years with and will in all likelihood spend the rest of my life with. We both joined the program and I thought he was going to actually work the program. It turns out that he is using methadone because it's cheaper than maintaining a habit on anything else, his social anxiety and grave depression is lifted while an opiate is attached to his receptors, and it's better than the alternative of smoking dope all the time. So I was wrong about his intentions and motivations for getting on the program. As always, my feelings of actually wanting to give this sober thing a shot, feel silly, naïve, and just, well, almost embarrassed for some reason? I'm not sure.
Like I'm super lame for wanting to get sober. Like I should be okay with the drug life. Like it's weird that I'm even considering that drugs are actually bad for you....giving into the propaganda. Shit, my counselor at the clinic is a huge abstinence only kinda gal and it bugs me that she tries and makes me feel guilty or bad for still smoking cannabis!
It doesn't work! LOL!!! I'm not worried about my cannabis After giving up everything else, including getting drunk, I feel like a bowl after the kids are in bed, while I'm curled up in my bed with a book or a movie and something sweet, is a lot better than I was doing AND there is absolutely nothing wrong with it! I know cannabis is a relatively benign plant and there are many states that have it legal for recreational use.
It's honestly the only substance I don't have a real issue with. If there were cocaine (mdma, dmt, ketamine, _______) in my home, I'd want to do it as soon as my kids are asleep! I wouldn't want to wait. It's kinda easy to save the psyche's since I don't abuse them-I try and treat them with the utmost respect.
At 49 days of methadone maintenance I believe I have finally stabilized on my dose. I am at 75mg and I don't have intense cravings any more. I do long for the high but I know that if I try and smoke it would be a waste of money and I am really digging having extra money! With that money staying in my wallet and not going into the hands of my dealer, I have the ability to pay my oldest daughter an allowance for all the chores she does around the house and that is a great feeling!
I have the means to buy myself a cute, unique apron for my new job along with a great server book as well!
Life is getting better, little by little...
I'm not clean and clear of all substances, not by a long shot, as I do enjoy altered states of consciousness. Opiates though, they weren't just an altered state, they were a way of life. And that was a problem. One that I needed to face and tackle before things started to get better.
Last night, after working 67 hours in ten days straight, I sat upstairs my restaurants bar, talking with the bar manager and having a beer and a shot. I received a message from my boyfriend saying that he had a little surprise for me when I get home.
My mind went over the things it could be....it couldn't be dope or pills, because those are no longer effective for me...we had sweets at home, so it couldn't be that...hmmmm....what could it be? I knew he went to get herb while I was at work...was it a new movie? No...shit..what could it be?
So after my ONE beer and ONE shot, I say good bye and start on the three block walk home. The thought went through my mind to go one block further and grab a half pint of Jim Beam and a coke to share with my boyfriend, but it was cold and I didn't have a jacket on, so I went home. When I walk in I was greeted with a warm smile and a kiss-and was asked if I wanted to eat, and said yes! I was super hungry! He heated me up some chicken lasagna and I scarfed it down. Just as I was finishing up, he brought out the broken mirror and set it on the table...he had fish scale!!!
Yay! What a great surprise! I knew it was good, because he doesn't do blow if it's not good.
It wasn't much, maybe three good lines each, but it was enough to enjoy and be thankful for! It was nice to indulge a bit after working my ass off at my new job (especially since I got to serve that night and not just host/bus/cashier and walked with 135 on a Sunday night!) and being clean of heroin and pills for so long!
I send him off to the corner store for a half pint of whisky, a coke and a pack of smokes. We enjoyed each others company, and talked and smoked and had a few drinks. Then, somehow, the idea of eating my mushroom chocolate left over from a music festival I went to over the summer entered my head. It was only 1/3 of the chocolate, but I knew it was good. And I even had a gram or two of dried mushrooms in my secret drawer that I tried to offer my boyfriend. However, he's always been kinda an lsd guy...mushrooms he's got to be outside, and since we didn't have a sitter for the kids, so we couldn't go on a night walk, he opted to not indulge with me like that and just hung out with me.
This was kind of a big thing for me, as I have never eating a psych alone, and I was kinda worried he might be upset or annoyed with me, but he assured me that it was perfectly ok!
The big step was me actually taking his word for what it was and trusting that he really meant that.
You see, I've had a problem thinking that people only tell me things because they think that's what I want to hear, but that hasn't worked out for me very well in the past, so I'm trying the new thing of just believing that people are saying what they really mean.
I had an absolute blast! It was a good trip that lasted about 4ish hours or so. We listened to music, and talked a bit. He brought me a candle so I could get lost in the flame. He laughed with me. He held my hand when I cried (out of joy, really) and all in all I really am glad I did that. It was a beautiful super moon out that I got to bask in the beauty of.
And I even was ready to analyze whatever my mind wanted to throw at me. I felt confident that my choices lately have been good and will lead me in the right direction in life.
There is still a lot of work I need to do with myself but I am ready for it. And I am ready to accept that my boyfriend really does love me for me, and not just because I function well in life.
I'm very grateful for my children, my boyfriend, my home, my job....I'm glad I chose to go on methadone. I think it may help me so much more than I thought it would. I think my addiction was deeper than I wanted to admit.
I don't believe all drugs are bad. I believe that our choices can make our use of drugs bad and that some drugs, for some people, will equal life long dependencies that can trump all other choices.
Know Thyself
I have the means to buy myself a cute, unique apron for my new job along with a great server book as well!
Life is getting better, little by little...
I'm not clean and clear of all substances, not by a long shot, as I do enjoy altered states of consciousness. Opiates though, they weren't just an altered state, they were a way of life. And that was a problem. One that I needed to face and tackle before things started to get better.
Last night, after working 67 hours in ten days straight, I sat upstairs my restaurants bar, talking with the bar manager and having a beer and a shot. I received a message from my boyfriend saying that he had a little surprise for me when I get home.
My mind went over the things it could be....it couldn't be dope or pills, because those are no longer effective for me...we had sweets at home, so it couldn't be that...hmmmm....what could it be? I knew he went to get herb while I was at work...was it a new movie? No...shit..what could it be?
So after my ONE beer and ONE shot, I say good bye and start on the three block walk home. The thought went through my mind to go one block further and grab a half pint of Jim Beam and a coke to share with my boyfriend, but it was cold and I didn't have a jacket on, so I went home. When I walk in I was greeted with a warm smile and a kiss-and was asked if I wanted to eat, and said yes! I was super hungry! He heated me up some chicken lasagna and I scarfed it down. Just as I was finishing up, he brought out the broken mirror and set it on the table...he had fish scale!!!
Yay! What a great surprise! I knew it was good, because he doesn't do blow if it's not good.
It wasn't much, maybe three good lines each, but it was enough to enjoy and be thankful for! It was nice to indulge a bit after working my ass off at my new job (especially since I got to serve that night and not just host/bus/cashier and walked with 135 on a Sunday night!) and being clean of heroin and pills for so long!
I send him off to the corner store for a half pint of whisky, a coke and a pack of smokes. We enjoyed each others company, and talked and smoked and had a few drinks. Then, somehow, the idea of eating my mushroom chocolate left over from a music festival I went to over the summer entered my head. It was only 1/3 of the chocolate, but I knew it was good. And I even had a gram or two of dried mushrooms in my secret drawer that I tried to offer my boyfriend. However, he's always been kinda an lsd guy...mushrooms he's got to be outside, and since we didn't have a sitter for the kids, so we couldn't go on a night walk, he opted to not indulge with me like that and just hung out with me.
This was kind of a big thing for me, as I have never eating a psych alone, and I was kinda worried he might be upset or annoyed with me, but he assured me that it was perfectly ok!
The big step was me actually taking his word for what it was and trusting that he really meant that.
You see, I've had a problem thinking that people only tell me things because they think that's what I want to hear, but that hasn't worked out for me very well in the past, so I'm trying the new thing of just believing that people are saying what they really mean.
I had an absolute blast! It was a good trip that lasted about 4ish hours or so. We listened to music, and talked a bit. He brought me a candle so I could get lost in the flame. He laughed with me. He held my hand when I cried (out of joy, really) and all in all I really am glad I did that. It was a beautiful super moon out that I got to bask in the beauty of.
And I even was ready to analyze whatever my mind wanted to throw at me. I felt confident that my choices lately have been good and will lead me in the right direction in life.
There is still a lot of work I need to do with myself but I am ready for it. And I am ready to accept that my boyfriend really does love me for me, and not just because I function well in life.
I'm very grateful for my children, my boyfriend, my home, my job....I'm glad I chose to go on methadone. I think it may help me so much more than I thought it would. I think my addiction was deeper than I wanted to admit.
I don't believe all drugs are bad. I believe that our choices can make our use of drugs bad and that some drugs, for some people, will equal life long dependencies that can trump all other choices.
Know Thyself
After my son died and the whole world, the one that started in my mind and radiated out like a great sea of light and noise and movement went completely dark and silent, I lay in my own wet madness and the only movement was my chest expanding and deflating, expanding and deflating. When my eyes moved, I could hear them, as if they were my childhood doll Lisa’s eyes from so long ago, the eyes that opened and closed with a gentle clack when you tipped her forward or back. Her face came into my mind and it was of course also my son’s face with the wide set blue eyes, the full pink cheeks and the frozen, angelic smile. She/he floated there, an image in the otherwise dark void and I believed that the task before me was to move towards that point of light, that by moving I would once again create the world of light and sound and movement. And so it was that I did sit up and I did stand and like a person waking from a coma, I saw before me the whole world as it was before, chaotic with color, saturated with scents and clamoring voices, dizzying noise. But it was not my world. Not the one that went dark. That world held me. It held my family intact. It held my son. Was this a movie? A re-enactment? A trick?
Pulled outside into my garden by a honeysuckle by the kitchen door, my garden lay verdant and overgrown in every direction. I have always used working in the garden for therapy, weeding and pruning and transplanting got me safely through many hours of my son’s addiction and psychosis. It gave me one small space in which to achieve order in a time when helplessness was my normal frame of mind. But what I felt when I looked at my weed choked garden now was a sense of un-belonging.
Almost without thinking I picked up the broom that leans outside the door and I began to sweep. I swept the flagstones that my son helped me gather from the neighbor that was tearing them out across the road a decade ago. I swept in an inward pattern, around the edges and towards the center. I circled my grief like a dog weaving a safe bed out of nothing but intention. I gathered the mess of all that remained of my life and my self into a small, neat pile of leaf and duff and ash, pushed it gently into the rusted metal dust pan and tipped it into the bin. There.
There.
I have cleared a space. It will fill again, I know that. But the broom makes sense in my hands, the dry sound it makes on the pink stones is calming. It is a simple agreement. The broom asks only to be put to use. I ask only for a reason to get back up. Together we can clear a small space. We can do it today and again tomorrow and the day after that. It requires no speech, no emotion, no insight; only the purity of simple focus and mechanical motion. Oh, beautiful, gentle motion.
I do not need happiness anymore. I only need something to hold in my hands, to set a meaningless and humble human task and see it through.
Pulled outside into my garden by a honeysuckle by the kitchen door, my garden lay verdant and overgrown in every direction. I have always used working in the garden for therapy, weeding and pruning and transplanting got me safely through many hours of my son’s addiction and psychosis. It gave me one small space in which to achieve order in a time when helplessness was my normal frame of mind. But what I felt when I looked at my weed choked garden now was a sense of un-belonging.
Almost without thinking I picked up the broom that leans outside the door and I began to sweep. I swept the flagstones that my son helped me gather from the neighbor that was tearing them out across the road a decade ago. I swept in an inward pattern, around the edges and towards the center. I circled my grief like a dog weaving a safe bed out of nothing but intention. I gathered the mess of all that remained of my life and my self into a small, neat pile of leaf and duff and ash, pushed it gently into the rusted metal dust pan and tipped it into the bin. There.
There.
I have cleared a space. It will fill again, I know that. But the broom makes sense in my hands, the dry sound it makes on the pink stones is calming. It is a simple agreement. The broom asks only to be put to use. I ask only for a reason to get back up. Together we can clear a small space. We can do it today and again tomorrow and the day after that. It requires no speech, no emotion, no insight; only the purity of simple focus and mechanical motion. Oh, beautiful, gentle motion.
I do not need happiness anymore. I only need something to hold in my hands, to set a meaningless and humble human task and see it through.
Well things have been going swimmingly now that I have somewhat of a well thought out plan on the next few years and the rest of my life.
To start the car i bought about 18 months prior died. Just paid my parents back for it in time to be rendered carless by fate. But that spurred me to start saving money and in astoundingly short order i was about to save about 2000 in almost weeks, planning to get to about 3000 or so by the middle of December. It literally marks the first time in my life i have nothing i need to spend money on so i can save about 70% of my weekly pay. It feels good thinking i can actually save my money and this makes money seem like something easily had if i try.
I have also gotten very into gemology. I have always liked gem stones and planned on collecting them along with elements as part of my whole "life of loving chemistry" after all what are gemstones but a chemical compound? So I got my first one in and knowing nothing of carats and how small they actually are i received a tiny peridot along with a decent sized citrine. I keep the Peridot on me (its that small) all the time as a sort of good luck charm. I plan on taking appraisal and gem classes so i can hopefully travel the world and buy sapphires, which are one of my favorites, and diamonds because they are commonly traded. I figure i literally look at them because i think they are pretty what better use of my time then to get paid to look at pretty colored things. I am going to start with a cheap online class but really theres a few nationally recognized institutions i am going to look at for classes.
I am still working toward going back to school for chemistry and having it be a formality. I actually purchased a microscale lab (well depending on what one considers to be a "lab" its 3 by my standards... crazy value like 25% the true value) next i just need a college text book on real lab experiments from a real university to do at home. I also need to get a very easy algebra text book to see where math gets hard so i can hopefully sharpen those skills. The way i see it is i want to be enrolled again by the fall semester of 2018... i got some time but not a lot.
Chemistry is a passion i would love to make it into a career and legit source of income but thats not as likely as trying to work with gemstones in some fashion. I like gemstones because of their chemistry so in that way it makes sense.
Also one of my oldest friends moved up to my state from FL so its nice to feel like i have a trusted friend around again, until recently i hadnt seen him in almost 8 years. Its actually nice having someone I can chill with where the relationship has never been a buyer/seller or party style one.
Needless to say it seems like things are progressing forward. Everyday is full of new opportunities and i am continuing to work toward the main goal... where i rule all of you, obviously bluelighter status will result in leniency
To start the car i bought about 18 months prior died. Just paid my parents back for it in time to be rendered carless by fate. But that spurred me to start saving money and in astoundingly short order i was about to save about 2000 in almost weeks, planning to get to about 3000 or so by the middle of December. It literally marks the first time in my life i have nothing i need to spend money on so i can save about 70% of my weekly pay. It feels good thinking i can actually save my money and this makes money seem like something easily had if i try.
I have also gotten very into gemology. I have always liked gem stones and planned on collecting them along with elements as part of my whole "life of loving chemistry" after all what are gemstones but a chemical compound? So I got my first one in and knowing nothing of carats and how small they actually are i received a tiny peridot along with a decent sized citrine. I keep the Peridot on me (its that small) all the time as a sort of good luck charm. I plan on taking appraisal and gem classes so i can hopefully travel the world and buy sapphires, which are one of my favorites, and diamonds because they are commonly traded. I figure i literally look at them because i think they are pretty what better use of my time then to get paid to look at pretty colored things. I am going to start with a cheap online class but really theres a few nationally recognized institutions i am going to look at for classes.
I am still working toward going back to school for chemistry and having it be a formality. I actually purchased a microscale lab (well depending on what one considers to be a "lab" its 3 by my standards... crazy value like 25% the true value) next i just need a college text book on real lab experiments from a real university to do at home. I also need to get a very easy algebra text book to see where math gets hard so i can hopefully sharpen those skills. The way i see it is i want to be enrolled again by the fall semester of 2018... i got some time but not a lot.
Chemistry is a passion i would love to make it into a career and legit source of income but thats not as likely as trying to work with gemstones in some fashion. I like gemstones because of their chemistry so in that way it makes sense.
Also one of my oldest friends moved up to my state from FL so its nice to feel like i have a trusted friend around again, until recently i hadnt seen him in almost 8 years. Its actually nice having someone I can chill with where the relationship has never been a buyer/seller or party style one.
Needless to say it seems like things are progressing forward. Everyday is full of new opportunities and i am continuing to work toward the main goal... where i rule all of you, obviously bluelighter status will result in leniency
i just wanted to put that out there, i'm roughly 78 days sober, and to be honest.. i still feel like shit. all of those feelings that i would cover up by drinking are starting to come out, and it really fucking sucks. i don't like a lot of those feelings because they come from my past, and its a motherfucker waking up at 2am crying about some shit that i went through when i was 11.
I would like to also mention that i am in a alcohol treatment program, it's a 6-9 month program and I am going into my third month of being there. I've seen a lot of people come and go, out of like 50? people that i jonied the program with theres 3 of us that remain. its not a hard program at all, i mean the first month and a half did suck, i accepted the fact that i was an alcoholic and needed help, and if i were to keep drinking the way i was drinking before i got into the program then i would have been dead. i'm saying that because if you are an alcoholic of the hopeless variety like me then our life span isn't all that great. i had to accept the fact that i was indeed an alcoholic before i even got here, and really..my alcoholism had me believing that drinking mouthwash and hand sanatizer was normal. i drank because i liked the effect produced by it, if you drank for the taste the same shit i drank then my hat is off to you.
i'm still pretty early in my recovery, the entire god concept still has me thinking, there are times where i'm thinking shit like, 'if there is a god then why are there so many kids dieing from hunger in third world countries'? i look at all the people that have many years in recovery and a lot of them go to church, I still havn't made it that far. everyday i wake up i tell myself that i am an alcoholic because i like to say 'hey today is a good day to get shit faced', and knowing that i am an alcoholic is half the battle and at least i have made it that far.
alcoholism has fucking ruined my life, i'd like to say that i have a family that cares for me and all the good stuff that goes along with it,ecept that isn't the case. my last 'spree' destroyed the chance of me re-building my family again. I had to accept that I have no family and am getting sober just for my sake. those feelings i get from cutting my family out of my life is really fucking my head up, i have family thats sick and dieing and trying to stuff that shit deep in my head is making me feel like shit, and the thought of 'hey a drink sounds good' crosses my mind. i'm still trying to cope with that shit, but today i am not going to drink over it, i work a selfish program and for once in my life i have to do this sobriety thing just for me. it wont work another way because i've tried, countless times to get sober for my family,job,girlfriends,etc and they all end the same way, with me being homeless with nowhere to go.
i would like to say that i am happy today, but i would be lieing to you. today i am just grateful that i woke up in a bed, with breakfast to eat and somewhere to wash my ass and brush my teeth. the day isn't over and that list will only get bigger. if i do decided to take a drink today then the chances of you seeing or hearing from me ever again are really not so good. i have to learn that when i do 'drink/drug' then bad things happen every time. and i am sick of bad things happening to me because i'm not such a bad guy, i just make really bad decisions.
starting next week i will be working in the kitchen at the recovery center that i'm at, that means for 2 days out of the week i will be waking up at 3:30am and working until 11pm that night preparing meals for 250-350 homeless people, i am really looking foward to that because i like to eat, and i know that the walk in fridge at where i'm at is loaded full of donuts and tons of sweets.
just for today i am grateful that i'm not dead, and get to experience the good vibes i get by helping another alcoholic.
I would like to also mention that i am in a alcohol treatment program, it's a 6-9 month program and I am going into my third month of being there. I've seen a lot of people come and go, out of like 50? people that i jonied the program with theres 3 of us that remain. its not a hard program at all, i mean the first month and a half did suck, i accepted the fact that i was an alcoholic and needed help, and if i were to keep drinking the way i was drinking before i got into the program then i would have been dead. i'm saying that because if you are an alcoholic of the hopeless variety like me then our life span isn't all that great. i had to accept the fact that i was indeed an alcoholic before i even got here, and really..my alcoholism had me believing that drinking mouthwash and hand sanatizer was normal. i drank because i liked the effect produced by it, if you drank for the taste the same shit i drank then my hat is off to you.
i'm still pretty early in my recovery, the entire god concept still has me thinking, there are times where i'm thinking shit like, 'if there is a god then why are there so many kids dieing from hunger in third world countries'? i look at all the people that have many years in recovery and a lot of them go to church, I still havn't made it that far. everyday i wake up i tell myself that i am an alcoholic because i like to say 'hey today is a good day to get shit faced', and knowing that i am an alcoholic is half the battle and at least i have made it that far.
alcoholism has fucking ruined my life, i'd like to say that i have a family that cares for me and all the good stuff that goes along with it,ecept that isn't the case. my last 'spree' destroyed the chance of me re-building my family again. I had to accept that I have no family and am getting sober just for my sake. those feelings i get from cutting my family out of my life is really fucking my head up, i have family thats sick and dieing and trying to stuff that shit deep in my head is making me feel like shit, and the thought of 'hey a drink sounds good' crosses my mind. i'm still trying to cope with that shit, but today i am not going to drink over it, i work a selfish program and for once in my life i have to do this sobriety thing just for me. it wont work another way because i've tried, countless times to get sober for my family,job,girlfriends,etc and they all end the same way, with me being homeless with nowhere to go.
i would like to say that i am happy today, but i would be lieing to you. today i am just grateful that i woke up in a bed, with breakfast to eat and somewhere to wash my ass and brush my teeth. the day isn't over and that list will only get bigger. if i do decided to take a drink today then the chances of you seeing or hearing from me ever again are really not so good. i have to learn that when i do 'drink/drug' then bad things happen every time. and i am sick of bad things happening to me because i'm not such a bad guy, i just make really bad decisions.
starting next week i will be working in the kitchen at the recovery center that i'm at, that means for 2 days out of the week i will be waking up at 3:30am and working until 11pm that night preparing meals for 250-350 homeless people, i am really looking foward to that because i like to eat, and i know that the walk in fridge at where i'm at is loaded full of donuts and tons of sweets.
just for today i am grateful that i'm not dead, and get to experience the good vibes i get by helping another alcoholic.
Gosh once again it has been a while. Endo sorted, using next to nothing, drinking under control for the most part, no boys. Saw NF again and realise now that whilst the infatuation may never go away, he is not for me and is far too jeuvenile to be in a relationship. Fuck his mixed messages tho, guess some things don't change.
Now that I am celibate, I feel like I am seeing things clearly for the first time ever. Life is lighter. People and their motivations seem more obvious.
I am at the start of the journey when it comes to what I want for myself long term. I thought I had it all worked out. I do not know shit. I will work it out but one day at a time.
Now that I am celibate, I feel like I am seeing things clearly for the first time ever. Life is lighter. People and their motivations seem more obvious.
I am at the start of the journey when it comes to what I want for myself long term. I thought I had it all worked out. I do not know shit. I will work it out but one day at a time.
I guess I can say whatever the fuck I want....no one is reading....
What do you do when you've had shitty relationship after shitty relationship and then you find The One? You know in your BONES you have found your Happily Ever After?
You are wildly happy...and then you feel it fucking up? You don't know why...you don't know how...but as you look into each other's eyes, it's like being on two life rafts in the sea and the storms are pulling you apart...only, you're the only one reaching out...
and your Happily Ever After is just vanishing into the blackness?
What do you do?
How do you fix it?
Should you even bother if you're the only one who seems to care or is it because your other half is just paralyzed by terror?
What do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO????
What do you do when you've had shitty relationship after shitty relationship and then you find The One? You know in your BONES you have found your Happily Ever After?
You are wildly happy...and then you feel it fucking up? You don't know why...you don't know how...but as you look into each other's eyes, it's like being on two life rafts in the sea and the storms are pulling you apart...only, you're the only one reaching out...
and your Happily Ever After is just vanishing into the blackness?
What do you do?
How do you fix it?
Should you even bother if you're the only one who seems to care or is it because your other half is just paralyzed by terror?
What do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO????
Well, shit...it's 3:50 am and I'm up..high as fuck on some really good fucking blow! My boyfriend and I traded some pills I had stashed (since I've been on methadone I haven't used my pain meds. I'm saving them for when I might really need them, like after I come off methadone and if I'm ever really in need of them-like if I have to have surgery for my wrist or whatnot) for a gram of this really good stuff a few days ago. I think we've had it for two or three days. So really, I didn't even do a whole gram tonight with my boyfriend and I'm still fucking high and I still have some left! I'm thinking I'll probably just do the rest tonight and say fuck it, since I only have a few (good) lines left. I did get my shift at the restaurant covered tomorrow (or well, today now...) covered, and I may even have the day off! I asked my friend if she'd pull a double today for me, and I'd pull a double on Thursday for her. So, out of four shits (two today-am and pm, and two Thursday, am and pm) I only had one shift...Wednesday morning (or this morning) but I asked her last night if I could trade her shifts and she said yup! So she was going to work my am shift and I'd work her pm shift on Wednesday, and I'd have all of Thursday off (which is cool, since when I got hired, Friday the 4th I've worked over 70+ hours with only one day off (Monday the 14th) AND I got her the job at my restaurant!
However, since I decided that I was going to get this high tonight, I figured I'd ask her if she'd work a double tomorrow (her picking up my morning shift and then taking her original dinner shift) and I offered to work her double on Thursday. So, she was working three shifts over Wednesday and Thursday, but now, if she agrees, she'd work two shifts and I'd work two shifts. Although if she wanted to work all four shifts, she totally could. I could use the time off with my girls, since tomorrow (or today, I suppose...but really, it's not today until I go to bed..right?) I fully intend to let my boyfriend (the girls' dad) take full responsibility for the girls and I'm just going to crash and rest and veg...basically take it easy! I plan on waking up (if I have gone to sleep yet) to go to the clinic around noon (since they close at noon thirty) and then come back, lay in bed, and eat a French dip (my absolute favorite Sammy) and watch movies or sleep (and I usually don't turn the television on until AFTER my girls go to bed).
I've worked so hard these past two months... and really....so much has changed since just this summer!
And I did ask my boyfriend (probably numerous times) if he was ok with me doing this...if he was ok with me making the decision to keep on doing the blow when he stopped (I did ask him if he wanted to keep doing it with me, but since he was tired, he decided to stop, especially since the other night he stayed up until 3am when I went to bed at like, eleven or midnight). The original plan was to do a few lines of blow when I got off work at 4pm (well, when I got off work and got home, I nursed my toddler first, because I knew I'd be doing blow and I didn't want to let her nurse after I started indulging...I've always been kinda weary of her nursing after I've done certain substances...opiates and kratom were ok, especially since my doctor is the one who prescribed the opiates knowing I was nursing AND I have done extensive research on breastfeeding and opiates since my best friend has fibro and she also was on methadone her entire pregnancy and is still on it. She has been for well over ten years, if not more. So I needed to do everything I could to help her when she got pregnant. So I know for a fact that opiates are completely safe and compatible with breastfeeding. I really wish that there was more information and research on "street" drugs because most lactation consultants will tell you that there is really very little medication that is really contraindicated for breastfeeding. So do they just say street drugs are bad because of what society says? Or because they are illegal? I don't know..but I wasn't willing to risk it. Plus I feel really guilty so I choose not to breastfeed and do drugs) and then probably go to bed around 9 or 10, since well, one I had to go to work at ten am, and two, the girls need to get up around 7am, and three, I have to go dose before 9 (if I'm going to work at 10..if not, then my clinic closes at 12:30, but I usually like to get there at least a half hour before they close since I have to be breathalyzed before I dose and for them to do that they have to close the dosing window and I hate to hold up the line so close to closing time-the pumps shut off automatically at 12:30, except on Saturday, when they shut off at 7:30am).
We were going to save the rest of the blow (more than a half gram of this REALLY GOOD FUCKING BLOW) and my boyfriend was trying to find a sitter for the girls because a band member from neurosis is playing at a local dive bar (a local punk favorite bar) and he really wanted to take me out. The bar is only a few blocks from our apartment and there was no cover, AND the bar is notorious for people doing blow ALL FUCKING NIGHT there, so it was a perfect place for us to finally get outta the house together, listen to live music, which we BOTH like to do, and do the rest of this killer blow! I mean, I personally enjoy just staying home, doing blow, and talking, or scrap booking, or just doing girly stuff, but he's a guy, and he doesn't really talk like us girls (like bonding type talk) and he doesn't scrap book, so getting outta the house and being a social butterfly is the next best thing for us!
A lot of times when we go out (especially if we're talking going out to a bar and I'm drinking) I either get one of two ways: A) I either get super socially awkward and I am super shy and I don't really have a good time or B) I get super drunk because of my social anxiety
-whenever I go out in social situations like that, I usually have a drink in my hand, and it's usually an alcoholic drink, but if it were water, I'd drink it down nervously and quickly just the same. So when I'm at a bar, I'll have a beer in my hand and usually a shot on the bar. I'll take my shot and then I'm left with my beer, which should last me quite a while as I socialize. But since I have that anxiety, I'll keep drinking the beer until it's gone, and I don't even realize I'm getting smashed. I wish I didn't do that, but I do. If I'm with my girlfriend (well, I guess I don't have her anymore, so I don't go out anymore since I do the following when I'm with my man) I would be totally cool with that. We'd have each others back and have a great time and I never felt guilty about it. I don't know why...maybe it's because we're just two girls, having a good time. There is no expectation of what is going to happen, I was free to flirt and be my silly self, but with my man, I can't do that. Ugh..I'm so complicated and such a mental mess! LOL...well, shit. I'm probably just rambling, but it feels good to get it out, and since I want to let my boyfriend sleep, my blog (journal/diary/whatever) is what I'm using to get it out! And it's soo much easier to type than to write... anyways..back to the thought train...
But for some reason, when I'm with my boyfriend (of eleven freaking years..well, eleven next April and I've known him since I was fifteen so..I've actually known him for 17 years!) I get really drunk, and I get confused I guess, and then I get angry that I'm confused, and then I get mad at him, and I yell and argue with him and it just gets all bad..ugh)
BUT when I have blow, I stop the super drunk train before it gets too bad because blow can sober me up when I'm super drunk for some reason. So I can go out with my boyfriend to a bar, enjoy getting drinks and still have a good time with him. I know I know...complicated and fucked up and all sorts of stuff right? Well..at least I know myself!
Shit..where was I? Ha hah ha
Oh yea..well he wasn't able to find a sitter for tomorrow night for the show, so we were going to just end up staying in any way. So that's when I decided to keep doing the blow. Since I didn't have to save it, and once it's gone, it's gone. It's not like dope. I won't want more just to function during the day once I've recuperated (sp?) from it.
Man I just read up through the last couple of paragraphs to see where the fuck I was going with this and realized that I really am just rambling! LOL oh fucking well! It's my journal and I really only write for me. And I need to do something. And I'm trying to write every day and I'm not really able to every day. Even if this is just a coked up rant, I feel good doing it. .It's doing something. And one day, years from now, I can look back and read my entry's and kinda see where I was at this time. And sometimes it's nice to write about the neutral times, or even the good times. Because I have so many bad times in my many many diary's (I've kept one since I was in third grade..the same grade my oldest daughter is in) and I really want to remember the good times in my life too. Even if it is just me giving myself a break and letting myself indulge!
Oh yea! So even though my boyfriend isn't that verbal and talkative (with me at least) he let me talk. And he assured me over and over again that he's totally cool with me doing this. He told me that I need a break, and I need to let loose once in a while. And that I deserved this. So that's cool..
shit..I bet I'm just about out of characters for this post...I should copy and paste and see. That's that only downfall of writing online instead of in my paper journal. The limit on the amount of words I can write in one post. At least my handwriting isn't all crappy because I've written so much that my hand hurts!
However, since I decided that I was going to get this high tonight, I figured I'd ask her if she'd work a double tomorrow (her picking up my morning shift and then taking her original dinner shift) and I offered to work her double on Thursday. So, she was working three shifts over Wednesday and Thursday, but now, if she agrees, she'd work two shifts and I'd work two shifts. Although if she wanted to work all four shifts, she totally could. I could use the time off with my girls, since tomorrow (or today, I suppose...but really, it's not today until I go to bed..right?) I fully intend to let my boyfriend (the girls' dad) take full responsibility for the girls and I'm just going to crash and rest and veg...basically take it easy! I plan on waking up (if I have gone to sleep yet) to go to the clinic around noon (since they close at noon thirty) and then come back, lay in bed, and eat a French dip (my absolute favorite Sammy) and watch movies or sleep (and I usually don't turn the television on until AFTER my girls go to bed).
I've worked so hard these past two months... and really....so much has changed since just this summer!
And I did ask my boyfriend (probably numerous times) if he was ok with me doing this...if he was ok with me making the decision to keep on doing the blow when he stopped (I did ask him if he wanted to keep doing it with me, but since he was tired, he decided to stop, especially since the other night he stayed up until 3am when I went to bed at like, eleven or midnight). The original plan was to do a few lines of blow when I got off work at 4pm (well, when I got off work and got home, I nursed my toddler first, because I knew I'd be doing blow and I didn't want to let her nurse after I started indulging...I've always been kinda weary of her nursing after I've done certain substances...opiates and kratom were ok, especially since my doctor is the one who prescribed the opiates knowing I was nursing AND I have done extensive research on breastfeeding and opiates since my best friend has fibro and she also was on methadone her entire pregnancy and is still on it. She has been for well over ten years, if not more. So I needed to do everything I could to help her when she got pregnant. So I know for a fact that opiates are completely safe and compatible with breastfeeding. I really wish that there was more information and research on "street" drugs because most lactation consultants will tell you that there is really very little medication that is really contraindicated for breastfeeding. So do they just say street drugs are bad because of what society says? Or because they are illegal? I don't know..but I wasn't willing to risk it. Plus I feel really guilty so I choose not to breastfeed and do drugs) and then probably go to bed around 9 or 10, since well, one I had to go to work at ten am, and two, the girls need to get up around 7am, and three, I have to go dose before 9 (if I'm going to work at 10..if not, then my clinic closes at 12:30, but I usually like to get there at least a half hour before they close since I have to be breathalyzed before I dose and for them to do that they have to close the dosing window and I hate to hold up the line so close to closing time-the pumps shut off automatically at 12:30, except on Saturday, when they shut off at 7:30am).
We were going to save the rest of the blow (more than a half gram of this REALLY GOOD FUCKING BLOW) and my boyfriend was trying to find a sitter for the girls because a band member from neurosis is playing at a local dive bar (a local punk favorite bar) and he really wanted to take me out. The bar is only a few blocks from our apartment and there was no cover, AND the bar is notorious for people doing blow ALL FUCKING NIGHT there, so it was a perfect place for us to finally get outta the house together, listen to live music, which we BOTH like to do, and do the rest of this killer blow! I mean, I personally enjoy just staying home, doing blow, and talking, or scrap booking, or just doing girly stuff, but he's a guy, and he doesn't really talk like us girls (like bonding type talk) and he doesn't scrap book, so getting outta the house and being a social butterfly is the next best thing for us!
A lot of times when we go out (especially if we're talking going out to a bar and I'm drinking) I either get one of two ways: A) I either get super socially awkward and I am super shy and I don't really have a good time or B) I get super drunk because of my social anxiety
-whenever I go out in social situations like that, I usually have a drink in my hand, and it's usually an alcoholic drink, but if it were water, I'd drink it down nervously and quickly just the same. So when I'm at a bar, I'll have a beer in my hand and usually a shot on the bar. I'll take my shot and then I'm left with my beer, which should last me quite a while as I socialize. But since I have that anxiety, I'll keep drinking the beer until it's gone, and I don't even realize I'm getting smashed. I wish I didn't do that, but I do. If I'm with my girlfriend (well, I guess I don't have her anymore, so I don't go out anymore since I do the following when I'm with my man) I would be totally cool with that. We'd have each others back and have a great time and I never felt guilty about it. I don't know why...maybe it's because we're just two girls, having a good time. There is no expectation of what is going to happen, I was free to flirt and be my silly self, but with my man, I can't do that. Ugh..I'm so complicated and such a mental mess! LOL...well, shit. I'm probably just rambling, but it feels good to get it out, and since I want to let my boyfriend sleep, my blog (journal/diary/whatever) is what I'm using to get it out! And it's soo much easier to type than to write... anyways..back to the thought train...
But for some reason, when I'm with my boyfriend (of eleven freaking years..well, eleven next April and I've known him since I was fifteen so..I've actually known him for 17 years!) I get really drunk, and I get confused I guess, and then I get angry that I'm confused, and then I get mad at him, and I yell and argue with him and it just gets all bad..ugh)
BUT when I have blow, I stop the super drunk train before it gets too bad because blow can sober me up when I'm super drunk for some reason. So I can go out with my boyfriend to a bar, enjoy getting drinks and still have a good time with him. I know I know...complicated and fucked up and all sorts of stuff right? Well..at least I know myself!
Shit..where was I? Ha hah ha
Oh yea..well he wasn't able to find a sitter for tomorrow night for the show, so we were going to just end up staying in any way. So that's when I decided to keep doing the blow. Since I didn't have to save it, and once it's gone, it's gone. It's not like dope. I won't want more just to function during the day once I've recuperated (sp?) from it.
Man I just read up through the last couple of paragraphs to see where the fuck I was going with this and realized that I really am just rambling! LOL oh fucking well! It's my journal and I really only write for me. And I need to do something. And I'm trying to write every day and I'm not really able to every day. Even if this is just a coked up rant, I feel good doing it. .It's doing something. And one day, years from now, I can look back and read my entry's and kinda see where I was at this time. And sometimes it's nice to write about the neutral times, or even the good times. Because I have so many bad times in my many many diary's (I've kept one since I was in third grade..the same grade my oldest daughter is in) and I really want to remember the good times in my life too. Even if it is just me giving myself a break and letting myself indulge!
Oh yea! So even though my boyfriend isn't that verbal and talkative (with me at least) he let me talk. And he assured me over and over again that he's totally cool with me doing this. He told me that I need a break, and I need to let loose once in a while. And that I deserved this. So that's cool..
shit..I bet I'm just about out of characters for this post...I should copy and paste and see. That's that only downfall of writing online instead of in my paper journal. The limit on the amount of words I can write in one post. At least my handwriting isn't all crappy because I've written so much that my hand hurts!
Hi there, my boyfriend jake died. We think it was from a heroin overdose. Still waiting for the autopsy results though. If anyone has had a boyfriend die, how did you move on? Or find the motivation to live? Because I'm struggling right now.
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Man I was a fucking tool
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Man I was a fucking tool
Just felt the need to share that
well, I've been TRYING/ATTEMPTING to get clean over last 2 months. coming off a 12yr abuse of drugs/opiates with 5 of those years being sober but over the last 3 my addiction has hit a new high, esp. w/ using H daily at 1-2grams a day.
struggling w/ fam/GF since coming out and admitting to my problems and asking for help.. but can understand their frustrations since none of them have been the "addict" i have. i can see the love being there but just wish they fully understood the struggle and understand relapse does NOT MEAN i dont want to quit, cuz i honestly and truly do and have been doing my best over the last 2 months than i have over the last 3-4 years.
been posting on here for the last 3 weeks and find it to be very helpful. glad to get in touch w/ those other addicts/former addicts who can relate/understand fully. of course i have other friends in recovery or using and they relate to but this board has been so helpful.
been semi-sober for last 5-6 days, and thats coming off a week+ of sobriety prior. totally understand this does not seem like alot to those who never used but us users know its hard as can be. esp withdrawing at home w/ no help. bad news is just yesterday i took methadone trying to help w/ day 4 of withdrawal, so maybe i shouldnt even say im sober; although, i only did 60MG rather than 2G day of past; but thats just the addict in my saying it SHOULDNT be looked at as not being sober.
Tuesday i go back to the dr. for either subox or vivitrol; although, i think w. my recent done use i may have X'd out the vivitrol. hoping things go my way and MAYBE, just MAYBE, i can overcome this painful past.
glad i finally got to hit my blog. its something i am going to keep up w/ in my road to recovery just to see how things/post change as time goes on.
much appreciation to the love and support ive gotten from this board.. it truly has helped.
struggling w/ fam/GF since coming out and admitting to my problems and asking for help.. but can understand their frustrations since none of them have been the "addict" i have. i can see the love being there but just wish they fully understood the struggle and understand relapse does NOT MEAN i dont want to quit, cuz i honestly and truly do and have been doing my best over the last 2 months than i have over the last 3-4 years.
been posting on here for the last 3 weeks and find it to be very helpful. glad to get in touch w/ those other addicts/former addicts who can relate/understand fully. of course i have other friends in recovery or using and they relate to but this board has been so helpful.
been semi-sober for last 5-6 days, and thats coming off a week+ of sobriety prior. totally understand this does not seem like alot to those who never used but us users know its hard as can be. esp withdrawing at home w/ no help. bad news is just yesterday i took methadone trying to help w/ day 4 of withdrawal, so maybe i shouldnt even say im sober; although, i only did 60MG rather than 2G day of past; but thats just the addict in my saying it SHOULDNT be looked at as not being sober.
Tuesday i go back to the dr. for either subox or vivitrol; although, i think w. my recent done use i may have X'd out the vivitrol. hoping things go my way and MAYBE, just MAYBE, i can overcome this painful past.
glad i finally got to hit my blog. its something i am going to keep up w/ in my road to recovery just to see how things/post change as time goes on.
much appreciation to the love and support ive gotten from this board.. it truly has helped.
It took me some time to find a drug/philosophy site that I could access from home and work. I work in random camp settings where Internet is often filtered, blocked or even not available at all. Bluelight seems to pass most filters.
This year is my first year without alcohol after years of successful alcoholism. For the first time after moving I don't know where all the various alcohol supply stores are around me. For 10 months there have been a number of unopened liquor bottles in my living room and they don't call me. Something has drastically changed.
New years eve I had my last drink. It wasn't even a big moment, I just decided to stop. I'd been weening off for months, taking sober days where I'd just smoke weed eventually sober weeks where I'd just use mj edibles and eventually just quit. Some sweating and a lot of anxiety later even the craving is gone.
I have switched my addiction from alcohol to marijuana. Still an addict, I can easily go days without using weed. Just to be sure I could stop I took a 90 day break from weed and still didn't crave alcohol.
So now I'm choosing my addiction. While I don't have experience to know what horrible outcome I may be heading towards it cannot be as horrible as the direction alcohol was taking me.
My finances are in ruin but my income has improved by a factor of 500% over the last three years, I can see daylight in a pit of debt.
Our 14 year long relationship has turned a corner from living together to being in love.
I have purpose, my life has meaning and I have vision for a much greater future.
Why is marijuana not available free for people that need it?
This year is my first year without alcohol after years of successful alcoholism. For the first time after moving I don't know where all the various alcohol supply stores are around me. For 10 months there have been a number of unopened liquor bottles in my living room and they don't call me. Something has drastically changed.
New years eve I had my last drink. It wasn't even a big moment, I just decided to stop. I'd been weening off for months, taking sober days where I'd just smoke weed eventually sober weeks where I'd just use mj edibles and eventually just quit. Some sweating and a lot of anxiety later even the craving is gone.
I have switched my addiction from alcohol to marijuana. Still an addict, I can easily go days without using weed. Just to be sure I could stop I took a 90 day break from weed and still didn't crave alcohol.
So now I'm choosing my addiction. While I don't have experience to know what horrible outcome I may be heading towards it cannot be as horrible as the direction alcohol was taking me.
My finances are in ruin but my income has improved by a factor of 500% over the last three years, I can see daylight in a pit of debt.
Our 14 year long relationship has turned a corner from living together to being in love.
I have purpose, my life has meaning and I have vision for a much greater future.
Why is marijuana not available free for people that need it?
I woke up to the sound of a tow truck backing up, 3 a.m. Monday morning. I threw on my robe and rushed downstairs just as they were driving away with my pickup in tow. I yelled, 'Hey man, Hey! what's happening?" They yelled back, "Peace and Love".
This is NOT peace and love.
My husband pays all the bills. Except that he doesn't. Tuesday they shut down the cable and the internet. Wednesday my car was to be repossessed but I called just in the nick of time and explained the situation to the best of my knowledge.
And here is what I know: My husband of nearly four decades has not paid our bills in months. We get a pittance since he became disabled, but we can almost scrape by. I have seen signs of this coming and many times have asked, suggested, even pleaded for him to let me help him keep track of the bills, at least. Let me write things down for you at least. But he hasn't let me help or let me see anything.
I finally ransacked his whole area this week and found huge stacks of unopened bills. He cashes his check every month and pays the house payment. That's it. The rest has apparently all gone for groceries. He's big, he overeats and he overfeeds our dogs. He doesn't drink or smoke or have hobbies or a sex drive.
I tried to get him to the doctor this week but he refused to go.
I feel so defeated. We are being sued from our homeowners association because our trees are too big and crowding another area so I got estimates. $800. $850. $1000. So my husband says HE is going to cut down the branches.
Well if he tries I'm going to have to have him 51-50ed... he is DISABLED and can barely walk much less climb huge trees. Plus my truck is GONE so we have to way to haul the mess. My car won't start, either, but that's another issue.
I took his wallet, his keys, his id's, and all the bills. I made out a budget for December but there's nothing here for food, nothing for Thanksgiving, and Christmas is cancelled.
This could have all been avoided if he had let me help him.
I haven't talked to him since Tuesday. He's here, and I'm here. I'm disgusted, and angry, and scared.
(I could most definitely use a blunt, but we have no money. Come to find out the November money was gone two weeks ago.)
He has nothing to say. Nothing. He just sits there on the couch watching tv like everything is fine. I tried to talk to him about the truck, and he said he doesn't care.
I replied harshly. "Clearly, husband, you don't care. I get it. But other people in this family DO care, and you could have let someone around here know what the hell was going on."
The kids don't know what to do, and they all have plenty of their own problems, you know.
I don't know what to do either. I am just sitting here in the dark, as sober as I have ever been, staring off into space...
This is NOT peace and love.
My husband pays all the bills. Except that he doesn't. Tuesday they shut down the cable and the internet. Wednesday my car was to be repossessed but I called just in the nick of time and explained the situation to the best of my knowledge.
And here is what I know: My husband of nearly four decades has not paid our bills in months. We get a pittance since he became disabled, but we can almost scrape by. I have seen signs of this coming and many times have asked, suggested, even pleaded for him to let me help him keep track of the bills, at least. Let me write things down for you at least. But he hasn't let me help or let me see anything.
I finally ransacked his whole area this week and found huge stacks of unopened bills. He cashes his check every month and pays the house payment. That's it. The rest has apparently all gone for groceries. He's big, he overeats and he overfeeds our dogs. He doesn't drink or smoke or have hobbies or a sex drive.
I tried to get him to the doctor this week but he refused to go.
I feel so defeated. We are being sued from our homeowners association because our trees are too big and crowding another area so I got estimates. $800. $850. $1000. So my husband says HE is going to cut down the branches.
Well if he tries I'm going to have to have him 51-50ed... he is DISABLED and can barely walk much less climb huge trees. Plus my truck is GONE so we have to way to haul the mess. My car won't start, either, but that's another issue.
I took his wallet, his keys, his id's, and all the bills. I made out a budget for December but there's nothing here for food, nothing for Thanksgiving, and Christmas is cancelled.
This could have all been avoided if he had let me help him.
I haven't talked to him since Tuesday. He's here, and I'm here. I'm disgusted, and angry, and scared.
(I could most definitely use a blunt, but we have no money. Come to find out the November money was gone two weeks ago.)
He has nothing to say. Nothing. He just sits there on the couch watching tv like everything is fine. I tried to talk to him about the truck, and he said he doesn't care.
I replied harshly. "Clearly, husband, you don't care. I get it. But other people in this family DO care, and you could have let someone around here know what the hell was going on."
The kids don't know what to do, and they all have plenty of their own problems, you know.
I don't know what to do either. I am just sitting here in the dark, as sober as I have ever been, staring off into space...
I've always wanted to learn to draw and paint. Living in a city that has a rich artistic tradition, I could no longer resist. I recently started taking art lessons from an artist friend and trying to learn on my own too. I practiced drawing for several months, and then tried a few paintings.
I suffer from frequent migraines. One phenomenon taht often accompanies a migraine is a visual aura. An aura is a visual effect caused by the migraine. The migraine aura I see looks like the golden auras surrounding holy figures in medieval religious paintings.
Living things and many inanimate objects have them during a migraine. The aura around a flower is fairly simple. It's just a halo. The halo has several components. First, there is a clear area directly surrounding the flower taht matches its contours perfectly. It looks kind of like a transparent skin. Next, there is a violet/ultraviolet aura that extends a little farther in space. Finally, there are jagged rays and wisps of nacreous lines. They are often animated. And in the empty air and surrounding everything is an ocean of phosphenes. On a sunny day, it looks like fools gold or mica suspended in water when the sun strikes the tiny gold and iridescent particles. *
An interestign thing about the migraine aura is that it resembles the entoptic phenomena experienced while under the influence of psychedelic drugs. There are geometric patterns from primitive shapes to animated three dimensional fractals that are so complicated, not even an army of CGI artists could create them. There are alsio iconic images like animals, plants, landscapes, and people. It also has some things in common with paleolithic art and the shamanic art of some cultures like the San and Coso.
If I'm going to do art, I want to do something original or else it's a waste of time. I want to express an aspect of something nobody else has ever painted before. I would also like to study the migraine aura. So this is what I have been working on.
I had to read a book about color theory, buy my own pigments, grind them, and mix up my own paint to create some of the effects. I've painted three paintings in my entire life so far. This is my third. I waited until I had a migraine, packed my painting kit, went to the nearest botanical park, and found a tall flower against a plain background with a clearly visible aura. I painted it in between vomiting. I was lucky the guards didn't see me and throw me out for looking like a drunk. the painting still sucks, and I ruined the background, but I'm still a beginner. Also, this one isn't finished. Mostly, I'm still trying to work out the background and fix the aura so it doesn't look so jarring.
Here it is:
I read the George Bush took up painting a few years ago. He hired a celebrity art teacher to give him lessons in Palm Beach, and as a result has produced a large number of pieces. His art is displayed in galleries and constantly shown on television. It sells for a lot of money, I'm sure. If he can do it, I thought I might have a chance. Seeing what he did not only helped motivate me to start, but his art helped me to not feel ashamed of showing something I did, no matter how bad it is.
I suffer from frequent migraines. One phenomenon taht often accompanies a migraine is a visual aura. An aura is a visual effect caused by the migraine. The migraine aura I see looks like the golden auras surrounding holy figures in medieval religious paintings.
Living things and many inanimate objects have them during a migraine. The aura around a flower is fairly simple. It's just a halo. The halo has several components. First, there is a clear area directly surrounding the flower taht matches its contours perfectly. It looks kind of like a transparent skin. Next, there is a violet/ultraviolet aura that extends a little farther in space. Finally, there are jagged rays and wisps of nacreous lines. They are often animated. And in the empty air and surrounding everything is an ocean of phosphenes. On a sunny day, it looks like fools gold or mica suspended in water when the sun strikes the tiny gold and iridescent particles. *
An interestign thing about the migraine aura is that it resembles the entoptic phenomena experienced while under the influence of psychedelic drugs. There are geometric patterns from primitive shapes to animated three dimensional fractals that are so complicated, not even an army of CGI artists could create them. There are alsio iconic images like animals, plants, landscapes, and people. It also has some things in common with paleolithic art and the shamanic art of some cultures like the San and Coso.
If I'm going to do art, I want to do something original or else it's a waste of time. I want to express an aspect of something nobody else has ever painted before. I would also like to study the migraine aura. So this is what I have been working on.
I had to read a book about color theory, buy my own pigments, grind them, and mix up my own paint to create some of the effects. I've painted three paintings in my entire life so far. This is my third. I waited until I had a migraine, packed my painting kit, went to the nearest botanical park, and found a tall flower against a plain background with a clearly visible aura. I painted it in between vomiting. I was lucky the guards didn't see me and throw me out for looking like a drunk. the painting still sucks, and I ruined the background, but I'm still a beginner. Also, this one isn't finished. Mostly, I'm still trying to work out the background and fix the aura so it doesn't look so jarring.
Here it is:
I read the George Bush took up painting a few years ago. He hired a celebrity art teacher to give him lessons in Palm Beach, and as a result has produced a large number of pieces. His art is displayed in galleries and constantly shown on television. It sells for a lot of money, I'm sure. If he can do it, I thought I might have a chance. Seeing what he did not only helped motivate me to start, but his art helped me to not feel ashamed of showing something I did, no matter how bad it is.
I've been thinking of nothing but "why did I get on Methadone?" I mean I really, really, want to get high lately. And all that goes through my head is why did I go so high? Why did I go up to 75mgs? Why didn't I stay at 40mg? At least at 40mg I can still chase the dragon and get high, or I could eat some pills and get high. OR, if I would have stayed low, then I may have been able to still get a little 'boost' from my daily dose. Nothing much, but definitely a noticeable affect with my receptors not being at blocking doses of methadone... I may not get SUPER high, but I can at least get high....and then I think, well I went up to 75mg because I wanted to go up high enough to where I couldn't get high on dope of meds! I wanted to be able to save money and not go through the ups and downs of getting high. I thought I was ready to actually BE sober. Like almost all the time sober.
Well, maybe not ALL.THE.TIME. sober. I would have liked to get stoned occasionally (like at night, after my kids are in bed, and I'm curled up in my bed with a good movie and some ice cream), would have liked to drink and do blow on occasion as well, oh yea, and ya can't forget the good old classic psychedelics, which I do ever so rarely
I'm at this point where I'm questioning my decision...Like...do I really want to be sober?
I got a new job a couple days ago and ended up working a few doubles and when I got off, all I could think about was how much I wanted to get high after a loooooooooong day.
But it would take me more than twenty pills (doing CWE of course) or a gram of dope to even possibly feel high. And getting drunk is outta the question due to the breathalyzer every morning.
So I ask myself...do I really want to be on methadone? And I get pissed that once upon a time, not too long ago, Kratom worked just fine for maintenance. And I kick myself for going on methadone because it just jacked my tolerance up and it's now a huge process to wean off, where with kratom it's not that big of a deal. Ya...you ought to taper off kratom.. Just stopping cold turkey will hurt for someone like me. But it's NOTHING like methadone. NOTHING.
But every once in a while I get a glimpse of either clarity...or stupidity. Depends on the mindset I guess.
Why do I say that? Because sometimes I can hear myself telling me that the reason I got on methadone was because I can't handle chipping opiates. Even though I think I can, my attitude changes, my behavior changes, my thought process changes.
The highs and lows I experience effect the way I interact with the world. They effect what I want, what I do, how I feel, and what I think.
Even though at times I don't want to believe that.
At times I want to believe that I can handle the drinking and drugging life. At times I want to convince myself that getting shitfaced and high whenever I wanted was ok. But I have children now. I can't just sleep the day away to shake of the hangover. Or I can't just get though work/class and then just crash. I have to be alert most of the day.
I guess I'm just struggling pretty bad with the back and forth.
I'm struggling with the good/evil dichotomy.
The angle/devil.
Part of me wants to kick myself in the ass because now I am actually seriously considering, not just fantasizing or wondering about IV heroin. I am actually thinking I may just want to try that to shoot through the methadone since I'm at a high dose and I can't just smoke dope.
What the fuck did I just do? Am I really considering injecting dope??? Seriously??
What the fucking hell???
Shit. what did I get myself into?
I probably won't IV anything.
Maybe I'll actually come out on the other side and actually think drugs are bad...mmmmkay?
But I doubt it. I like getting high. It doesn't need to be something like opiates that end up making me feel like I can do every day.
But good coke, good lsd, good mdma, stuff like that. I like doing every once in a while. I just really miss being able to have an opiate to come down off those experiences. Something that I can use to wrap me in a warm, comfy blanket and fall asleep.........
Well, maybe not ALL.THE.TIME. sober. I would have liked to get stoned occasionally (like at night, after my kids are in bed, and I'm curled up in my bed with a good movie and some ice cream), would have liked to drink and do blow on occasion as well, oh yea, and ya can't forget the good old classic psychedelics, which I do ever so rarely
I'm at this point where I'm questioning my decision...Like...do I really want to be sober?
I got a new job a couple days ago and ended up working a few doubles and when I got off, all I could think about was how much I wanted to get high after a loooooooooong day.
But it would take me more than twenty pills (doing CWE of course) or a gram of dope to even possibly feel high. And getting drunk is outta the question due to the breathalyzer every morning.
So I ask myself...do I really want to be on methadone? And I get pissed that once upon a time, not too long ago, Kratom worked just fine for maintenance. And I kick myself for going on methadone because it just jacked my tolerance up and it's now a huge process to wean off, where with kratom it's not that big of a deal. Ya...you ought to taper off kratom.. Just stopping cold turkey will hurt for someone like me. But it's NOTHING like methadone. NOTHING.
But every once in a while I get a glimpse of either clarity...or stupidity. Depends on the mindset I guess.
Why do I say that? Because sometimes I can hear myself telling me that the reason I got on methadone was because I can't handle chipping opiates. Even though I think I can, my attitude changes, my behavior changes, my thought process changes.
The highs and lows I experience effect the way I interact with the world. They effect what I want, what I do, how I feel, and what I think.
Even though at times I don't want to believe that.
At times I want to believe that I can handle the drinking and drugging life. At times I want to convince myself that getting shitfaced and high whenever I wanted was ok. But I have children now. I can't just sleep the day away to shake of the hangover. Or I can't just get though work/class and then just crash. I have to be alert most of the day.
I guess I'm just struggling pretty bad with the back and forth.
I'm struggling with the good/evil dichotomy.
The angle/devil.
Part of me wants to kick myself in the ass because now I am actually seriously considering, not just fantasizing or wondering about IV heroin. I am actually thinking I may just want to try that to shoot through the methadone since I'm at a high dose and I can't just smoke dope.
What the fuck did I just do? Am I really considering injecting dope??? Seriously??
What the fucking hell???
Shit. what did I get myself into?
I probably won't IV anything.
Maybe I'll actually come out on the other side and actually think drugs are bad...mmmmkay?
But I doubt it. I like getting high. It doesn't need to be something like opiates that end up making me feel like I can do every day.
But good coke, good lsd, good mdma, stuff like that. I like doing every once in a while. I just really miss being able to have an opiate to come down off those experiences. Something that I can use to wrap me in a warm, comfy blanket and fall asleep.........
It's been days since I wrote last, and I feel really bad about it. I really wanted to write something every day...even if it's just a single line or two...but I haven't carved the time out of my not so busy days.
It's been 37 days since I jumped on maintenance and 21 days since I leveled out at 70mg. Some days I really want to go up again, just to catch that buzz, but I won't let myself. There are a few reasons why I want to keep myself at 70mg...some of those reasons are healthy reasons and some are not healthy.
* Staying at 70mg*
~What goes up must come down: the more I go up the more I have to work to get off methadone when the time comes.
~At 70mg I can still get high if/when I chase the dragon (this is one of the not so healthy ones) but not enough to want to keep doing it. So if I buy a few points, I can smoke and not fiend for it right after.
~I can't get high off my meds anymore-unless I do a CWE on a HUGE amount of pills, which I'm just not willing to do.
~I'm hoping that I can still get a boost off my methadone since I'm not at a high amount, but I might be just a little too high-I am actually thinking about trying to go down to 65mg or even 60mg. I'm not sure yet.
~I don't have too many cravings at 70mg. I mean, I do every once in a while, but they are pretty manageable, especially since I know that it would take too many pills to get high, and smoking heroin, while it can get me a bit higher, doesn't do the same as it use to.
Now that I have stabilized at 70mg I am having some self doubt I have to deal with. I am doubting that I did the right thing. You see, I'm not an abstinence type of gal. I enjoy altered states of consciousness. Or to put it bluntly-I like getting high! I love psychedelics, but only use those on special occasions. I love empathogens as well, but again those are more of a once in a while thing. Alcohol played a huge role in my life but now that I get tested for it each and every morning before I dose, I either have to become a day drinker (which is pretty much out of the question due to me having kids and I don't really want to get drunk during the day) or rarely drink at all. Cocaine can be great!! If it's real coke...BUT for almost all of these substances, I really enjoy opiates for the come down. I miss the warmth. I miss the coziness. I miss the glow... Now I'm left with being super tired by noon each day if I sit down for longer than ten minutes. I get up at 6am to go dose, come home and get the girls ready for school and do all my household chores and I'm done by noon! Super happy that I am very productive now and I have time to read, or write, work on my marketing for my business, but any time I sit down to do that I just about fall asleep at my computer! It's not that I'm high, at all...it's just that I'm REALLY tired
Then I have to figure out how to NOT fall asleep, but by doing that I become really irritable and just kind of pissy. My boyfriend smokes pot all day, and I join in AFTER the girls go to bed, because if I smoke during the day I stuff my face with junk food (mainly candy) all day and become even MORE tired! I don't know how he does it without being grumpy, but he does. It pisses me off that he's high all day because he eats us out of house and home! Especially any of the sweet treats that I've bought for the month. And when he is eating, he's doing it AS I'm cooking dinner! Ugh. Pisses me off so much! When he does it, the girls are watching him and they are asking why they can't eat the ice cream/cookie/cake/doughnut/______________. It's infuriating!
Why is it SO infuriating? Because I moved out in April with our girls into my own apartment, where I was able to set certain rules that I thought were important (eg., no tv on during the day, no sweets before dinner, veggies and fruits for snacks instead of chips and candy, etc etc etc) for the girls and since he's moved in it's becoming harder and harder to have him abide by the rules--making it more difficult for me to enforce those rules for our girls. When he first moved in, he respected my boundaries/rules with no problems. The longer he's here though, the easier it is for him to believe this is OUR apartment and thinks he can break my rules....like I'll leave to go interview with a potential client and when I come he's got Dr. Phil on, while he's on the couch with his pot pipe in his hand...shit now I'm just rambling.
I don't want to just write about what he's doing that pisses me off, because I do love him. And he is TRYING to do better this time around, he is. No one is perfect, not me, not him, not our daughters, no one. So right now, even though I may vent, I don't want him out of my life. I do love him. I just need to vent in my journal so I don't go crazy on him. Once I write things out, I can better talk to him about it, which means we can work towards fixing our problems. That's what we need to do.
If I'm not feeling my dose at all, then maybe it's already time to start tapering down? I mean, fuck...maybe I'm not ready to be on mmt. Maybe I'm not sure if I want to be sober.
Of course a part of me wants to be sober..and I think that is what I'll write about in my next entry.
It's been 37 days since I jumped on maintenance and 21 days since I leveled out at 70mg. Some days I really want to go up again, just to catch that buzz, but I won't let myself. There are a few reasons why I want to keep myself at 70mg...some of those reasons are healthy reasons and some are not healthy.
* Staying at 70mg*
~What goes up must come down: the more I go up the more I have to work to get off methadone when the time comes.
~At 70mg I can still get high if/when I chase the dragon (this is one of the not so healthy ones) but not enough to want to keep doing it. So if I buy a few points, I can smoke and not fiend for it right after.
~I can't get high off my meds anymore-unless I do a CWE on a HUGE amount of pills, which I'm just not willing to do.
~I'm hoping that I can still get a boost off my methadone since I'm not at a high amount, but I might be just a little too high-I am actually thinking about trying to go down to 65mg or even 60mg. I'm not sure yet.
~I don't have too many cravings at 70mg. I mean, I do every once in a while, but they are pretty manageable, especially since I know that it would take too many pills to get high, and smoking heroin, while it can get me a bit higher, doesn't do the same as it use to.
Now that I have stabilized at 70mg I am having some self doubt I have to deal with. I am doubting that I did the right thing. You see, I'm not an abstinence type of gal. I enjoy altered states of consciousness. Or to put it bluntly-I like getting high! I love psychedelics, but only use those on special occasions. I love empathogens as well, but again those are more of a once in a while thing. Alcohol played a huge role in my life but now that I get tested for it each and every morning before I dose, I either have to become a day drinker (which is pretty much out of the question due to me having kids and I don't really want to get drunk during the day) or rarely drink at all. Cocaine can be great!! If it's real coke...BUT for almost all of these substances, I really enjoy opiates for the come down. I miss the warmth. I miss the coziness. I miss the glow... Now I'm left with being super tired by noon each day if I sit down for longer than ten minutes. I get up at 6am to go dose, come home and get the girls ready for school and do all my household chores and I'm done by noon! Super happy that I am very productive now and I have time to read, or write, work on my marketing for my business, but any time I sit down to do that I just about fall asleep at my computer! It's not that I'm high, at all...it's just that I'm REALLY tired
Then I have to figure out how to NOT fall asleep, but by doing that I become really irritable and just kind of pissy. My boyfriend smokes pot all day, and I join in AFTER the girls go to bed, because if I smoke during the day I stuff my face with junk food (mainly candy) all day and become even MORE tired! I don't know how he does it without being grumpy, but he does. It pisses me off that he's high all day because he eats us out of house and home! Especially any of the sweet treats that I've bought for the month. And when he is eating, he's doing it AS I'm cooking dinner! Ugh. Pisses me off so much! When he does it, the girls are watching him and they are asking why they can't eat the ice cream/cookie/cake/doughnut/______________. It's infuriating!Why is it SO infuriating? Because I moved out in April with our girls into my own apartment, where I was able to set certain rules that I thought were important (eg., no tv on during the day, no sweets before dinner, veggies and fruits for snacks instead of chips and candy, etc etc etc) for the girls and since he's moved in it's becoming harder and harder to have him abide by the rules--making it more difficult for me to enforce those rules for our girls. When he first moved in, he respected my boundaries/rules with no problems. The longer he's here though, the easier it is for him to believe this is OUR apartment and thinks he can break my rules....like I'll leave to go interview with a potential client and when I come he's got Dr. Phil on, while he's on the couch with his pot pipe in his hand...shit now I'm just rambling.
I don't want to just write about what he's doing that pisses me off, because I do love him. And he is TRYING to do better this time around, he is. No one is perfect, not me, not him, not our daughters, no one. So right now, even though I may vent, I don't want him out of my life. I do love him. I just need to vent in my journal so I don't go crazy on him. Once I write things out, I can better talk to him about it, which means we can work towards fixing our problems. That's what we need to do.
If I'm not feeling my dose at all, then maybe it's already time to start tapering down? I mean, fuck...maybe I'm not ready to be on mmt. Maybe I'm not sure if I want to be sober.
Of course a part of me wants to be sober..and I think that is what I'll write about in my next entry.