steewith2ees
Bluelight Crew
Ive been meaning to do a post like this for the last few weeks so please feel free to skip as it will be very self pitiful and mildly epic
Following an initial crash and burn with heroin use bewtween 2003 - 2007 i ended up losing my job as an RMN and got myself a criminal record for posession in the process. After a couple of years in the wilderness bouncing bewtween shitty jobs and cycling through proctracted bouts of dependance it was the 2010 drought that finally got me on the straight and narrow. Id managed to secure a half decent job and id moved in with a girl whod id been crazy about since i was a teenager.
She was very anti - heroin and her presense and support (well, bullying) kept me away from the drug allowing me a somewhat productive and happy life and giving me the opportunity to flourish in my new job getting myself a promotion. All that came crashing down in 2012 as among other things she was quite violent and after one final drunken outburst one weekend i decided enough was enough ans moved back in with my parents. It goes without saying that I was back on heroin within a fortnight only by the time i returned home I discovered that my mother had developed some sort of alcoholic dementia her marriage with my dad had hit the skids big time. I know I should have got out of there straight away but the inertia of the situation with my rediscovered addiction kept me put and I found it very difficult to perform at work, not just due to the drugs (although they had a big part to play) but my mothers behaviour had sprialled out of control - many a sleepness night was had with her bouncing into my bedroom at all hours in a drunken rage in order to tell me what hateful bastards my father and i were.
Xmas 2012 was completely ruined by one of her episodes with my dad having to physically restrain her just so I could get in for my night shift at work on the 25th. By the mid summer my work problems suddenly exploded and after having to endure all sorts of bullshit from some women Id KBeed i left the job in order to maintain some self preservation. Many detoxes were attempted during the hot weather we endured after I left work but with all the drama and fighting in the house I could never get past the magic 72 hour mark and by the late summer the quality of gear had improved so much I found myself enjoying a second rennasaince with any motivation to get sorted out gone. All of our family freinds have abandoned us due to my mothers behaviour, and mine due to my relapse so Ive truly convinced myself that heroin use was the only routine I could find any solace in and as this xmas approached my useage has increased exponetially as I truly wanted the holidays to come and go without me being conciouss of it, ironically as ive spent the last 3 weeks buring through the last of my savings the heroin I have been sourcing has been the best in 4 years. I ran out of gear new years eve morning but after the traditional fight between my parents that evening I found myself in bed by 22.00 and woke up to 2014 with the first real touch of the colly wobbles since the summer. 20 pound left so I went and scored any way but here I am on the morning of the 2nd facing the inevitable and finding the time and level of conciousness to write this. My eyesight normallly goes completely when in w/d so I did a 280 mg codeine cwe for breakfast, finding myself feeling slightly less wretched as a result and able to see to computer screen.
Thing is im truly backed into a corner now and can think of no one as stupid and as pathetic as I. Im 34 years old, up to my eyeballs in debt and unable to keep repeating the same mistakes as I have over the past 11 years. I have no friends left to speak of, the respect of no one, no prosepcts due to my reapeat behaviours and get this - no real desire to get clean. I now have to face a c/t in a violent and disfucntional household through lack of funds rather than through choice, and my motivation to do anything at all other than score has gone totally out of the window. I am a total waste of space, ive had 2 decent chances at life while i know some dont even get one at all and its got to the stage where i just want to lie down and die, ive picked myself up so many times I just dont think i have it in me any more. Im not actively suicidal by any stretch as i just dont have the backbone for that sort of thing but I do think ive invented a new level of apathy from which i cannot rise. As Ive been in the drugs world both on the user and health professional side for 15 years I feel like there isnt any advice i couldnt give to myself and as such i write this in order to vent rather than to mine for guidance. I just know I hate my guts and the world wouldnt be a better place without me but it wouldnt suffer in any way shape or form
Following an initial crash and burn with heroin use bewtween 2003 - 2007 i ended up losing my job as an RMN and got myself a criminal record for posession in the process. After a couple of years in the wilderness bouncing bewtween shitty jobs and cycling through proctracted bouts of dependance it was the 2010 drought that finally got me on the straight and narrow. Id managed to secure a half decent job and id moved in with a girl whod id been crazy about since i was a teenager.
She was very anti - heroin and her presense and support (well, bullying) kept me away from the drug allowing me a somewhat productive and happy life and giving me the opportunity to flourish in my new job getting myself a promotion. All that came crashing down in 2012 as among other things she was quite violent and after one final drunken outburst one weekend i decided enough was enough ans moved back in with my parents. It goes without saying that I was back on heroin within a fortnight only by the time i returned home I discovered that my mother had developed some sort of alcoholic dementia her marriage with my dad had hit the skids big time. I know I should have got out of there straight away but the inertia of the situation with my rediscovered addiction kept me put and I found it very difficult to perform at work, not just due to the drugs (although they had a big part to play) but my mothers behaviour had sprialled out of control - many a sleepness night was had with her bouncing into my bedroom at all hours in a drunken rage in order to tell me what hateful bastards my father and i were.
Xmas 2012 was completely ruined by one of her episodes with my dad having to physically restrain her just so I could get in for my night shift at work on the 25th. By the mid summer my work problems suddenly exploded and after having to endure all sorts of bullshit from some women Id KBeed i left the job in order to maintain some self preservation. Many detoxes were attempted during the hot weather we endured after I left work but with all the drama and fighting in the house I could never get past the magic 72 hour mark and by the late summer the quality of gear had improved so much I found myself enjoying a second rennasaince with any motivation to get sorted out gone. All of our family freinds have abandoned us due to my mothers behaviour, and mine due to my relapse so Ive truly convinced myself that heroin use was the only routine I could find any solace in and as this xmas approached my useage has increased exponetially as I truly wanted the holidays to come and go without me being conciouss of it, ironically as ive spent the last 3 weeks buring through the last of my savings the heroin I have been sourcing has been the best in 4 years. I ran out of gear new years eve morning but after the traditional fight between my parents that evening I found myself in bed by 22.00 and woke up to 2014 with the first real touch of the colly wobbles since the summer. 20 pound left so I went and scored any way but here I am on the morning of the 2nd facing the inevitable and finding the time and level of conciousness to write this. My eyesight normallly goes completely when in w/d so I did a 280 mg codeine cwe for breakfast, finding myself feeling slightly less wretched as a result and able to see to computer screen.
Thing is im truly backed into a corner now and can think of no one as stupid and as pathetic as I. Im 34 years old, up to my eyeballs in debt and unable to keep repeating the same mistakes as I have over the past 11 years. I have no friends left to speak of, the respect of no one, no prosepcts due to my reapeat behaviours and get this - no real desire to get clean. I now have to face a c/t in a violent and disfucntional household through lack of funds rather than through choice, and my motivation to do anything at all other than score has gone totally out of the window. I am a total waste of space, ive had 2 decent chances at life while i know some dont even get one at all and its got to the stage where i just want to lie down and die, ive picked myself up so many times I just dont think i have it in me any more. Im not actively suicidal by any stretch as i just dont have the backbone for that sort of thing but I do think ive invented a new level of apathy from which i cannot rise. As Ive been in the drugs world both on the user and health professional side for 15 years I feel like there isnt any advice i couldnt give to myself and as such i write this in order to vent rather than to mine for guidance. I just know I hate my guts and the world wouldnt be a better place without me but it wouldnt suffer in any way shape or form


hope all is OK now.