xburtonchic
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*POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING*
I'm in the process of quitting heroin... doing the detox thing, going to rehab, and on to sober living, the works. I know I've said I'm going to quit about a million times before, but this time it's different. It's different because I know this is absolutely it, even if I wanted to go cop, I wouldn't be able to. I've wanted this, and now I've gotten what I wished for, and I'm going to see it through.
Just one tiny little problem. That part where you realize "Oh My God, this is really it, it's not in my life anymore", and you actually start mourning the drug and the people and the lifestyle. I can't seem to stop crying and I'm so depressed over the thought of never seeing my drug dealer again, or talking to him even, <or doing any of the rest of what I used to do> I'm actually depressed over losing the shit that ruined my life. And I'm scared of it being gone forever. It was my crutch for so long... and I got so used to the lifestyle... it's like I'm losing my comfort zone. Fuck I can't even think about my drug dealer without bursting into tears. Idk what it is about my ex-dealer, maybe it's because he's like the only human that connects all of this... if that makes sense... but the only time I start bawling my stupid eyes out is when he pops up into my head. It's like I'm lovesick or something, but for a completely different reason. I mean, okay, he was hot and I did have a small crush on him... maybe... but that is not why I can't stop crying. If I don't cry about the guy I'm really in love with never talking to me, then I am definitely not about to cry because I'm never going to see someone I had a tiny crush on at one point.
Okay I'm getting off topic. Anyway how do you deal with that mourning process? It's so hard, especially on top of the cravings. It's like a double edged sword. On one hand, the thought of continuing this lifestyle somehow and continuing to hurt my family upsets me, but on the other hand, the thought of never going through the process <snip>is extremely upsetting to me as well. I'm so sorry that this is triggering. I'm just really being triggered myself at the moment, and by absolutely nothing other than my own thoughts. Or maybe it's that my surroundings are so familiar absolutely everything reminds me of it.
I don't know. But why does it feel like someone I love has just died? And does anyone else have experience with this happening when they've decided to quit and commit to an actual plan of rehab and etc.? It's not rehab I'm scared of... I actually enjoy rehabs... it's just the thought of ending this lifestyle altogether. Any tips on how to deal with this part?
I'm in the process of quitting heroin... doing the detox thing, going to rehab, and on to sober living, the works. I know I've said I'm going to quit about a million times before, but this time it's different. It's different because I know this is absolutely it, even if I wanted to go cop, I wouldn't be able to. I've wanted this, and now I've gotten what I wished for, and I'm going to see it through.
Just one tiny little problem. That part where you realize "Oh My God, this is really it, it's not in my life anymore", and you actually start mourning the drug and the people and the lifestyle. I can't seem to stop crying and I'm so depressed over the thought of never seeing my drug dealer again, or talking to him even, <or doing any of the rest of what I used to do> I'm actually depressed over losing the shit that ruined my life. And I'm scared of it being gone forever. It was my crutch for so long... and I got so used to the lifestyle... it's like I'm losing my comfort zone. Fuck I can't even think about my drug dealer without bursting into tears. Idk what it is about my ex-dealer, maybe it's because he's like the only human that connects all of this... if that makes sense... but the only time I start bawling my stupid eyes out is when he pops up into my head. It's like I'm lovesick or something, but for a completely different reason. I mean, okay, he was hot and I did have a small crush on him... maybe... but that is not why I can't stop crying. If I don't cry about the guy I'm really in love with never talking to me, then I am definitely not about to cry because I'm never going to see someone I had a tiny crush on at one point.
Okay I'm getting off topic. Anyway how do you deal with that mourning process? It's so hard, especially on top of the cravings. It's like a double edged sword. On one hand, the thought of continuing this lifestyle somehow and continuing to hurt my family upsets me, but on the other hand, the thought of never going through the process <snip>is extremely upsetting to me as well. I'm so sorry that this is triggering. I'm just really being triggered myself at the moment, and by absolutely nothing other than my own thoughts. Or maybe it's that my surroundings are so familiar absolutely everything reminds me of it.
I don't know. But why does it feel like someone I love has just died? And does anyone else have experience with this happening when they've decided to quit and commit to an actual plan of rehab and etc.? It's not rehab I'm scared of... I actually enjoy rehabs... it's just the thought of ending this lifestyle altogether. Any tips on how to deal with this part?
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