Wow addy I'm so proud of you for having the courage to be completely transparent with him about it, and so glad to hear how supportive he is being! That's incredible, and you really deserve it!
You're doing great though case! 280 days!
Since I starting doing my 10th step inventory, I've been catching myself being dishonest more and trying to change that, so I'm gonna be honest here. I'm done "faking it till I make it". I can't pretend anymore - the only thing that has been keeping me sober, for a while now, is pride. Or ego, whatever you want to call it. But the point is that the only thing standing between me and a needle is A) the guilt I would feel if I use and lie about it and/or B) the shame I will feel if I use and tell people.
Believe me, I know how dangerous of a place this is, and I know it can't last.. It can't keep me away from a needle forever. I so desperately want to find the motivation I had 9 months ago but I don't know how. I can look into the future and picture myself with an education and a job and a family and people in my life who love me and being happy and helping other people - the only problem is that I'm not in the picture. I can't see myself ever being a productive member of society, and honestly I've never really wanted that anyway. Ever. Not since at least around middle school anyway. Maybe outlandish far out dreams as a little kid, but ever since I've been old enough to understand the world it's like I've been waiting for a way to just make it all go away. The fact that I know how to make it all go away, and I am working hard everyday to avoid doing it now, is really starting to drive me insane.
Maybe it's been the lack of sleep over these last two months. Maybe it's just the sleep deprivation starting to take it's toll and really fuck with my mental state. I don't know. I do know that the path I'm on does not appeal to me. Maybe there are other options, other paths, besides going back to using. The problem is I don't know what. I just don't fuckin' know... The only thing I do know is that I can't pretend anymore. I can't pretend I am working towards a life I believe is worth having and can't pretend I care.
I hope this all doesn't sound dramatic but this is the only place I've ever felt comfortable being truly honest and I'm afraid of what I might do if I carry on the way I have been. I have literally spent hours planning relapses over the last month or so... I somehow manage to convince myself just wait until tomorrow and figure it out then, but I know I can't do that forever. I will drive myself completely fucking insane eventually if that continues to be a daily occurrence. The only thing that kept me sober yesterday, for example, was the minor satisfaction I got out of giving this homeless girl two dollars and talking to her for a few minutes (I had recognized her from a meeting). I'm torn because I know somewhere inside me a part of me craves nothing more than being happy joyous and free. I just don't see that happening. I'm torn because I want people in my life, friends, real, honest relationships with people - but Im fucking sick of people asking me how I'm doing. I know none of them really care. I know none of them actually want to spend an hour listening to me bitch about first world problems that they can't begin to help or even give a shit about anyway. I don't even feel like I can be honest with my sponsor - I don't even know if I ever truly have been. There's only a select few people I have ever been truly honest with and truly felt cared about me, and none of them are in my life anymore as a direct consequence to decisions I have made.
I'm going to stop ranting now. I really hope you are all doing well, and I know a large part of me genuinely hopes to continue being a part of what we have here. I'm probably not going to post much for a while, because I don't like being a downer, and like I said - I'm fucking done pretending.