xburtonchic
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*note: some of what i say may be slightly triggering. I downplayed it as best i could. No explicit descriptions of drug use or anything, just... yeah. Stuff.
Wow its been so long since I've posted... it actually took me several attempts to log in cuz I forgot my username. Almost created a new account... but I got it and so burtonchic lives on :D Anyway a lot has happened since I have posted last, but I will do my best to explain what led me to this point as short and as concise as i can.
I just kicked heroin again after relapsing; the last two years have been punctuated with multiple quitting attempts and rehab and a couple trips to jail... ya know, same shit different run. Except this time my parents followed through and actually kicked me out, and I moved in with my dealer at the time. I stayed there for a while, kept my job (which was a really great job with awesome pay and benefits)... and then I fell for the chick. I've never been with a girl before her (I had only recently allowed myself to admit that I'm bisexual), and her ex was also living there, so I didnt do anything about it. And then she told me that she had feelings for me and I admitted mine and within a few weeks, her ex moved out. The bitch acted like she didnt have a problem with us being together and everything seemed cool.
And then a month went by and shit HIT the fucking fan. My girlfriend was selling for a gang in the area and her ex made up some bullshit ass lie about how she was the one who had been running the business and how my girl owed her money (this was absolutely NOT true), but because she fucked probably all of them, they believed her. They didnt give a fuck that this could be backed up by multiple people and bank statements and etc. Long story short, her ex and three of the dudes came in with guns drawn and forced me AND her to leave and hand over our keys at gun point. I wasn't allowed to take anything with me so I lost everything which sucks, and my girlfriend lost her business. Luckily she had saved a ton of money though, and I still had my job, so we lived out of hotels near my work for a while. However we were being threatened constantly and it was getting to be strained financially, and it was causing us to fight. A lot.
So I quit my job, we packed up what little possessions we still had, and headed east to move in with a family member in Georgia. The idea was to go out there and get a fresh start and find jobs... and that lasted all of two weeks. In short, we were bored. Going from a big city like Los Angeles out to the fucking swamps where there is NOTHING to do was hard. And so we decided to take a trip to Atlanta... and thats where we started fucking up again. We spent the next two months alternating between making the four hour drive to Atlanta to score and having it sent via overnight from a dealer I found out in Washington on some random forum who was willing to do so (i do NOT recommend this by the way... I got REALLY lucky that this person was actually legit and my moment of pure desperation didnt end in me going to prison or being scammed). Needless to say, Georgia was not working out. Not only were we using purer and higher quantities than before, we were losing our minds from boredom. And so we packed up again and now here we are, staying with a family member of hers in California. And so its been for the last few months.
Frankly, we are done. Im done. She's done. We never got into fights over drugs or anything and our relationship is fucking amazing... we just got fed the fuck up with the lifestyle and wanted out. So over the last week, we stocked up on Xanax and split a Suboxone between the two of us and strapped the fuck in for the ride. Despite one slip up on day 4, when we found some we had accidentally lost, we got through the worst of it. Because of the slip up we are on day 3 again, but it must have been some weak ass shit because we didn't feel it and it didnt set our withdrawals back.
Regardless, I feel like I am on day 7. This is and always has been the part where I start to cave. My cravings are STRONG but I have been alternating between mindfulness techniques, reading motivational quotes online and people's posts on this forum and straight white knuckling it. Although I feel like my resolve is stronger this time than it ever has been, im scared. Im fucking scared. My track record with relapse doesn't exactly work in my favor and I am afraid of falling into old habits. PAWS and the residual withdrawal symptoms (lots of hot and cold flashes, some minor aches, and serious lethargy) are messing with my head.
But I WANT this. More than I ever have. And I am seriously determined to do whatever the fuck it takes. We are going to a Heroin Anonymous meeting tomorrow, and I fully intend on giving NA a real shot for the first time ever once the physical stuff calms down enough for me to get my ass to a meeting at least once a day and actually be able to pay attention and work the steps. In the meantime I have been taking short walks once a day and petting the cat and watching twisted shit like American Horror Story. Idk why but watching sick sadistic twisted shit has helped more than anything lol.
Other than the bars (which im now only taking at night to help sleep), and my last dose of Suboxone this morning (which was maybe .25mg or less), I have been taking 8mg of loperamide in the mornings and 4mg at night, small tokes of weed maybe twice a day (I don't ever get stoned tho), and a cocktail of vitamins (vitamin C, magnesium, potassium, CoQ, 5-HTP, and B6)... and ibuprofen as needed.
BlueLight and this forum in particular have definitely been a savior of my sanity and halted potential relapse in the past so I figured it was time to come back
Plus I missed you guys!!! It's so good to see familiar faces or should I say usernames like NSA and C.H and herbavore and others. This forum is amazing and so are all of you
P.S. I know this is long, sorry.. I really did try to cut out any unnecessary details and just write down the critical stuff!! Thanks if you sat and actually read through it all lol
Wow its been so long since I've posted... it actually took me several attempts to log in cuz I forgot my username. Almost created a new account... but I got it and so burtonchic lives on :D Anyway a lot has happened since I have posted last, but I will do my best to explain what led me to this point as short and as concise as i can.
I just kicked heroin again after relapsing; the last two years have been punctuated with multiple quitting attempts and rehab and a couple trips to jail... ya know, same shit different run. Except this time my parents followed through and actually kicked me out, and I moved in with my dealer at the time. I stayed there for a while, kept my job (which was a really great job with awesome pay and benefits)... and then I fell for the chick. I've never been with a girl before her (I had only recently allowed myself to admit that I'm bisexual), and her ex was also living there, so I didnt do anything about it. And then she told me that she had feelings for me and I admitted mine and within a few weeks, her ex moved out. The bitch acted like she didnt have a problem with us being together and everything seemed cool.
And then a month went by and shit HIT the fucking fan. My girlfriend was selling for a gang in the area and her ex made up some bullshit ass lie about how she was the one who had been running the business and how my girl owed her money (this was absolutely NOT true), but because she fucked probably all of them, they believed her. They didnt give a fuck that this could be backed up by multiple people and bank statements and etc. Long story short, her ex and three of the dudes came in with guns drawn and forced me AND her to leave and hand over our keys at gun point. I wasn't allowed to take anything with me so I lost everything which sucks, and my girlfriend lost her business. Luckily she had saved a ton of money though, and I still had my job, so we lived out of hotels near my work for a while. However we were being threatened constantly and it was getting to be strained financially, and it was causing us to fight. A lot.
So I quit my job, we packed up what little possessions we still had, and headed east to move in with a family member in Georgia. The idea was to go out there and get a fresh start and find jobs... and that lasted all of two weeks. In short, we were bored. Going from a big city like Los Angeles out to the fucking swamps where there is NOTHING to do was hard. And so we decided to take a trip to Atlanta... and thats where we started fucking up again. We spent the next two months alternating between making the four hour drive to Atlanta to score and having it sent via overnight from a dealer I found out in Washington on some random forum who was willing to do so (i do NOT recommend this by the way... I got REALLY lucky that this person was actually legit and my moment of pure desperation didnt end in me going to prison or being scammed). Needless to say, Georgia was not working out. Not only were we using purer and higher quantities than before, we were losing our minds from boredom. And so we packed up again and now here we are, staying with a family member of hers in California. And so its been for the last few months.
Frankly, we are done. Im done. She's done. We never got into fights over drugs or anything and our relationship is fucking amazing... we just got fed the fuck up with the lifestyle and wanted out. So over the last week, we stocked up on Xanax and split a Suboxone between the two of us and strapped the fuck in for the ride. Despite one slip up on day 4, when we found some we had accidentally lost, we got through the worst of it. Because of the slip up we are on day 3 again, but it must have been some weak ass shit because we didn't feel it and it didnt set our withdrawals back.
Regardless, I feel like I am on day 7. This is and always has been the part where I start to cave. My cravings are STRONG but I have been alternating between mindfulness techniques, reading motivational quotes online and people's posts on this forum and straight white knuckling it. Although I feel like my resolve is stronger this time than it ever has been, im scared. Im fucking scared. My track record with relapse doesn't exactly work in my favor and I am afraid of falling into old habits. PAWS and the residual withdrawal symptoms (lots of hot and cold flashes, some minor aches, and serious lethargy) are messing with my head.
But I WANT this. More than I ever have. And I am seriously determined to do whatever the fuck it takes. We are going to a Heroin Anonymous meeting tomorrow, and I fully intend on giving NA a real shot for the first time ever once the physical stuff calms down enough for me to get my ass to a meeting at least once a day and actually be able to pay attention and work the steps. In the meantime I have been taking short walks once a day and petting the cat and watching twisted shit like American Horror Story. Idk why but watching sick sadistic twisted shit has helped more than anything lol.
Other than the bars (which im now only taking at night to help sleep), and my last dose of Suboxone this morning (which was maybe .25mg or less), I have been taking 8mg of loperamide in the mornings and 4mg at night, small tokes of weed maybe twice a day (I don't ever get stoned tho), and a cocktail of vitamins (vitamin C, magnesium, potassium, CoQ, 5-HTP, and B6)... and ibuprofen as needed.
BlueLight and this forum in particular have definitely been a savior of my sanity and halted potential relapse in the past so I figured it was time to come back

Plus I missed you guys!!! It's so good to see familiar faces or should I say usernames like NSA and C.H and herbavore and others. This forum is amazing and so are all of you

P.S. I know this is long, sorry.. I really did try to cut out any unnecessary details and just write down the critical stuff!! Thanks if you sat and actually read through it all lol
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