fantasyaddict
Greenlighter
I just moved to a different state, thinking things would be better for me, but they have simply gotten progressively worse. I left an environment that was toxic. My best friend for 7 years became a heroin junkie and she slashed my tires the day before my road trip. My home life was absolutely horrendous. I thought "Fuck it, this won't derail me." Once I began to drive through Oregon, the scenery changed so drastically that it reminded me of my childhood and I began to cry while having a panic attack. I realized that I have nothing left to do but face my demons. I need to get off the benzodiazepines, the opiates, the alcohol, the stimulants to face my demons but I am a complete mess. I am thin-skinned and there has been much venom and hatred being thrown my way these days. I don't even have the will left to live at times. I've been labeled this stubborn, antisocial, hateful person among a planet of social creatures. I've dealt with some betrayal recently with the person I moved to the other side of the west with and it has been eroding at my soul. Even my significant other's mother (who is unhinged herself) hates me all of a sudden when she was giving me lavish gifts and buying me dinner before.
I've lost nearly 20 pounds and I barely weigh 105 now that I have tried hard to put on some weight for possible employment. I'm severely underweight at 5'6 and I feel I might die soon...I'm at a very low point. I have no strength, no support.
I don't have a single source of comfort but the bottles, pill or alcohol. I've tried 4 therapists but none have worked for me. I just need a sponsor or maybe a human being who has been this low and can give me a hug, letting me know that there is the other side. Otherwise I see myself just ending this miserable existence. Almost everybody hates me. They loathe me. Truth is, I don't want to be "open-minded" and let other addicts into my life or degenerates. I want to be free from these shackles of anguish.
I've lost nearly 20 pounds and I barely weigh 105 now that I have tried hard to put on some weight for possible employment. I'm severely underweight at 5'6 and I feel I might die soon...I'm at a very low point. I have no strength, no support.
I don't have a single source of comfort but the bottles, pill or alcohol. I've tried 4 therapists but none have worked for me. I just need a sponsor or maybe a human being who has been this low and can give me a hug, letting me know that there is the other side. Otherwise I see myself just ending this miserable existence. Almost everybody hates me. They loathe me. Truth is, I don't want to be "open-minded" and let other addicts into my life or degenerates. I want to be free from these shackles of anguish.

