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I feel like such an idiot.
I tried heroin for the first time a few months ago. I'd done pretty much all the other opioids in the book aside from morphine but I'd sworn to myself to never, ever, ever get near heroin because I knew I wouldn't be strong enough to only use it occasionally. I'd already had a few problems with oxy (which luckily I'd managed to get rid of quickly) and also way bigger problems with xanax a few months before. The xanax had drained me of all life -literally, since I tried to kill myself - and I'd just vowed never to find myself in that place again.
So anyway, I was offered heroin about 3 months ago and was in a bad place at the time and just wanted to see what the big deal was. You'll all have heard this a billion times before but you know, I thought I would be the one exception that would be strong enough and would manage to use only once and that would be it. I tried it one evening after class; and used every single day after that for 5 days.
After those 5 days were up I freaked out, realized what I had done and once again, promised myself it would never happen again, I had to get out while I could, I knew what addiction could do to you blablabla. It was okay for a bit, mainly because I lost contact with my dealer anyway and didn't have anyone else to supply it for me. I found another one very quickly though and once again, used for 6 days straight this time. And once again, freaked out, swore not to do it. I bought some more a few days later, after which I broke all contact with that dealer in a pathetic attempt to save myself. I made this batch last a few weeks, using only once a week...so I figured I was fine, it was under control. But I started panicking as I realized I was almost finished with it. I went a couple weeks without, been using OTC codeine instead but well it wasn't very satisfying. A few days ago though I got a new contact and well, you can guess by now, I've been using a few days straight.
I feel like a mess. I know where this is going to lead me and I know I'm inevitably heading there, because as much as my brain is yelling at me, I don't want to stop because it feels like this is all I have right now. I keep telling myself things in my life are improving but they really aren't, I'm just kidding myself. I really just feel as bad as I have for years. I want it to end so bad and heroin is the only thing keeping me going and giving me a reason to get up in the mornings, something which I haven't even been doing in the past few weeks. I've been forcing myself to go out in the evenings and interact with people, 'have fun', or at least pretend to, but truth is it just feels like shit because I know how fake it is. I hate being with them and the whole time I'm just telling myself I can't wait to get back to my room and do more h. I hate how much I've let myself go physically but I don't have the strength to change it so I just snort more. I've stopped going to my classes or doing any of my work. I'm going home for a few weeks in a week and I'm dreading it so much. There are horrible memories there and I don't know how I'll handle it. I'm terrified.
So there's my confession, I've been deluding myself for weeks thinking I was controlling everything but no, I'm not. I'm pathetic and I failed once again.
I really don't want to go to NA again. I've been seeing both a therapist and a psychiatrist for months but I can't tell them about it. I mentioned it vaguely to my therapist a couple months ago and she said if I started using on a regular basis she wouldn't be able to see me anymore because 'I want to be having conversations with you, not the drug'. That made me feel horrible, like I was some sort of outcast. I don't have anyone in my life I can talk to about this either and I think if anyone here knew about it they wouldn't ever talk to me again.
I tried heroin for the first time a few months ago. I'd done pretty much all the other opioids in the book aside from morphine but I'd sworn to myself to never, ever, ever get near heroin because I knew I wouldn't be strong enough to only use it occasionally. I'd already had a few problems with oxy (which luckily I'd managed to get rid of quickly) and also way bigger problems with xanax a few months before. The xanax had drained me of all life -literally, since I tried to kill myself - and I'd just vowed never to find myself in that place again.
So anyway, I was offered heroin about 3 months ago and was in a bad place at the time and just wanted to see what the big deal was. You'll all have heard this a billion times before but you know, I thought I would be the one exception that would be strong enough and would manage to use only once and that would be it. I tried it one evening after class; and used every single day after that for 5 days.
After those 5 days were up I freaked out, realized what I had done and once again, promised myself it would never happen again, I had to get out while I could, I knew what addiction could do to you blablabla. It was okay for a bit, mainly because I lost contact with my dealer anyway and didn't have anyone else to supply it for me. I found another one very quickly though and once again, used for 6 days straight this time. And once again, freaked out, swore not to do it. I bought some more a few days later, after which I broke all contact with that dealer in a pathetic attempt to save myself. I made this batch last a few weeks, using only once a week...so I figured I was fine, it was under control. But I started panicking as I realized I was almost finished with it. I went a couple weeks without, been using OTC codeine instead but well it wasn't very satisfying. A few days ago though I got a new contact and well, you can guess by now, I've been using a few days straight.
I feel like a mess. I know where this is going to lead me and I know I'm inevitably heading there, because as much as my brain is yelling at me, I don't want to stop because it feels like this is all I have right now. I keep telling myself things in my life are improving but they really aren't, I'm just kidding myself. I really just feel as bad as I have for years. I want it to end so bad and heroin is the only thing keeping me going and giving me a reason to get up in the mornings, something which I haven't even been doing in the past few weeks. I've been forcing myself to go out in the evenings and interact with people, 'have fun', or at least pretend to, but truth is it just feels like shit because I know how fake it is. I hate being with them and the whole time I'm just telling myself I can't wait to get back to my room and do more h. I hate how much I've let myself go physically but I don't have the strength to change it so I just snort more. I've stopped going to my classes or doing any of my work. I'm going home for a few weeks in a week and I'm dreading it so much. There are horrible memories there and I don't know how I'll handle it. I'm terrified.
So there's my confession, I've been deluding myself for weeks thinking I was controlling everything but no, I'm not. I'm pathetic and I failed once again.
I really don't want to go to NA again. I've been seeing both a therapist and a psychiatrist for months but I can't tell them about it. I mentioned it vaguely to my therapist a couple months ago and she said if I started using on a regular basis she wouldn't be able to see me anymore because 'I want to be having conversations with you, not the drug'. That made me feel horrible, like I was some sort of outcast. I don't have anyone in my life I can talk to about this either and I think if anyone here knew about it they wouldn't ever talk to me again.


