So I came pretty close to relapsing this morning. I was really down about a bunch of stuff, and on top of that it looked like I wasn't going to get that job after all. This am my friend texted me on the way to the clinic to borrow 10 bucks. I knew he was going to use it to cop, and when I met him downtown in front of the clinic I gave him the ten plus some extra and told him to get one for me too. He did, and I went and dosed.
I got back in the car and checked my email, and there was a message from the lady from the job, saying the GED proof I gave her will probably work. It's still not for sure I have it, I still have to pass the bgcheck and drug screen (which I'm really worried about), but there's still a chance.
I came home and called my counselor and asked him to put me down 1 mg per day til I'm done. If I get the job it starts on the 8th, I have to be there at 7 am, and my clinic opens at 7, and the job is an hour away... it's not going to work. Besides, I wake up as sick on 10 mg as I did on 20... I'm starting to feel like I'm dragging it out for nothing. Time to just get it over with.
I haven't done the piece I bought yet. I'm going to wait at least til I find out what's up with the job. Hopefully I won't do it at all and will have the strength to just throw it away regardless of what happens with the job.
I can't do this anxiety anymore. I just can't. I'm nothing like my old self, I second and third guess EVERYTHING, have no self confidence. I can't live this way, I just can't. So hopefully this fast taper will go well and once I'm off I'll start to feel better and the anxiety will go away a bit. I can't live my life waking up thinking the person I care most about probably doesn't like me anymore, or thinking no place is every going to hire me. Getting up and looking in the mirror and thinking I look old and ugly... no matter that guys still look at me and people tell me I look good - I can't see it right now, I think I look horrible. Anxiety about what the roommate is going to say/do, about the future - thinking it's too late, there's no point in trying, I've ruined my life and thats it. That my vision of my life - clean and sober, working, in my own apartment, seeing someone special - is a pipe dream I'm not capable of achieving. Turning on the tv and flipping through aimlessly.. picking up my phone and surfing the net, finding nothing that holds my interest...
When I type it out it sounds so trivial, like I'm complaining about things everyone goes through. I just don't know how to put into words how unhappy I am. Unhappy isn't even the right word. I'm depressed a lot, and anxious and I just don't feel like myself.
is there even a point in living this way?
So yeah, I'm getting off the 'done. Hopefully once that's done I'll start to really recover... because living like this isn't working for me.