Failing failing failing. It's been probley 9-10 days since I've been on methadone and this is becoming a very confusing and sad ordeal.
After spending the entire day yesterday in bed. I woke up this morning broke s promise to my parents that I wasn't going out to cop, and I went and spent money I don't have on shit that didn't even make
me feel better.
The WDs before using weren't even that bad, hell they were hardly there, but the mental crap is getting me so now I'm using my DOC IV H again. It's not good.
I dunno I'm calling people, reaching out for support, I just feel so goddamn hopeless with or without the dope. It was such a hassle just to get the shit I had to wait about 3 hours, felt like 9 though.
I dunno guys I haven't been to a meeting in a couple days. I don't like the meetings up her that much it's old timers and young ppl with court cards. I'm just having such a tough time imagining getting sober in this town. You know, 30 days, 60 day, etc.
My NA sponsor basically chewed my ass out and reminded me of the extremely harsh reality of this disease and what I'm up against judt tk have a chance at even having a life of poverty or mediocrity if I so choose.
I feel extemely hopeless but I don't regret leaving the methadone clinic. Although this has not been a straight line towards abstinence and has including relapsing with my DOC I see a small glimmer of hope. But of course I keep smashing it by using.

I really don't wanna go to a detox facility because I can't afford it and I've been there before its a bitch.
My other option is switch to a lighter weight opiate like tramadol and then try and have a soft landing and then taper off that.
I could get subs but I'm afraid of those because of how powerful they are and detoxing from those ain't no picnic neither. As you guys can tell, my hope,
Confidence, and drive to get clean has been weakened significantly to the point of utter and complete halloetosis of the soul. I'm so angry at God for giving me this disease but at the same time he's
my only way outta this hell hole I dug myself into.
I realy don't want to keep using my DOC because I'm getting ripped off and it's making this harder. Sure it feels nice to get some relief but obviously it ain't worth it. I feel like I'm at a fork in the road and things are going to get better or a whole lot worse, I mean worse than I've ever known before. I know God will let me hit whatever bottom it takes for me to quit hurting myself and everyone around me. And that scares me. I'm very isolated, the only ppl I talk to are at meetings or involved with drugs.
I'm going to be 30 years old in May, do
I want another repeat of my 20's? Loosing and giving everything I love and cherish away for drugs? Or am I gonna get out of my own way and let God and narcotics anonymous save my life. Because I'm drowning here. I'm one step from homelessness and my parents pay all of my bills and give me free room and board. And I lie right to their fucking faces. Man that ain't me. The real
Me is a good guy who is very honest and stands for mercy and forgiveness and strength.
What you guys are hearing is the disease talking. And it's clouding my mind so Iam unable to take suggestions and do anything but continue to use. May God have mercy on my soul and every other addicts soul out there lost in the war. I thought for sure I was gonna make it, I'm no longer that naive.
Sigh....thank you bluelighters. Forgive me for not doing what you advised me
To do. I read each and every post and I hope in time I can be like 'smoky' 'methamaniac' and 'neversicksnymore' and 'herbavore'
Help other addicts to get a 2nd chance at life.