Bit of a vent/rant:
I decided to join this again early this morning when I was high as fuck (hence the reason my previous post doesn't really make sense). It all kind of hit me for the first time...the road I'm heading down...and it scared the fuck out of me. I feel pretty shit right now, last night kind of slapped me in the face. I've always been so in control of everything, and for the first time in my life, I have acknowledged that I've lost that. I am in a really fortunate position in life overall and I am really thankful for that, but the fact that I am starting to seriously jeopardize things is terrifying for me. I recognise that the point I am at is the beginning of something horrible, and if I don't pull up now I risk losing everything.
I flushed all my shit this morning too. All of it gone. I was pretty heavily dependent on Tramadol earlier in the year (first real addiction) - have been off it for a little while, but I always kept some...don't know why. I feel anxious that it's gone now too which pisses me off. I don't think I'm through the PAWS, I'm still fucked from it all. It's hard to tell though because I'm high too often. The Tram WDs were the worst, I've never felt so shit. I can't wait to feel back to myself. I used diazepam, hydrocodone and weed amongst other things to get off the Tram successfully which was great, but now I have the issue of needing to be high on something to deal with. I don't like it, it's scary. I was successful last month in tapering down to a very low dose of diazepam too, but I was just struggling to get off it completely. I crave opiates often, I want hydro. And weed? I was smoking myself stupid. Anything to feel better I suppose. And this whole time I didn't even realise how bad I was actually feeling...I've just been convincing myself that I'm fine, and that everything is okay. It's not. It can and it will be, but I suppose I have to stop deluding myself and get on top of this shit before it becomes a real problem. I know my drug issues are nothing compared to some, and I feel like I'm being a baby about it all. Ugh.
Anyway, all my drugs are gone. Thrown out. I'm glad I did it, but it doesn't feel good. I am committed to 100% sobriety for this month at the very least. There will be one exception later this month, and I'll be taking MDMA at an event. Other than that, no drugs other than alcohol perhaps once or twice while socialising.
Sorry for the rambling and no need to reply, I just feel like I needed to have this written down somewhere so I can hold myself accountable if I fuck up. Stops me from being in denial I guess. I won't fuck up again though I don't think, I'm way too scared to. If I feel like caving in again, I'll read over this. I'm fucking scared though, but I'm glad I'm scared - at least I still care. This isn't how I imagined things would be. I never wanted to be an addict. I never wanted to crave being high so much. It's not even the high I crave most of the time...it's just that I don't want to be sober anymore, and that's sad.
Good luck to everyone, this shit sucks. And apologies once again for the self-absorbed post, I just needed to get it out I think.