JessFR
Bluelight Crew
It's not been a good year for me. In the beginning of the year my relationship of 6 years finally fell apart. A lot of it was cause of my drug use. I stole from him, pawned and lost all my shit, then all his shit. I hurt him badly. But he wasn't innocent. I covered up for him and let everyone, even my own mother, believe he was 100% innocent and me entirely at fault. Now I'm finally willing to admit it's bullshit. I'll start by saying I loved him, in fact I still love him more than I've ever loved anyone. I'm just willing to finally admit that while I love him his behaviors not ok either. He was physically abusive to me and hit me for years, he was emotionally abusive, he really was treat me like shit sometimes. But there were many good times too. I feel like I can really relate to those women who feel like their boyfriend is two people, abusive and the other loving and supportive at different times. But no matter what's right, I can't not love him.
Anyway, for years I covered up and excused to abuse. Over and over the social workers at my methadone clinic would ask my if I was a victim of domestic violence and I always said no. They ask all female patients in relationships over and over cause it's so common. Eventually he told his parents and friends about how he treated me, his parents excused or ignored it, his friends encouraged it. So is it any wonder between that and his years of depression and threatening to kill himself or kill us both that I couldn't cope.
So anyway our relationship fell apart when we got evicted cause I kept using the rent money on heroin, So I wound up with a friend of mine I've been using with for years, basically homeless beyond that. We use a LOT but money's gotten harder and harder, I've mostly been panhandling for money but it's gotten so difficult and I've had to go panhandle dopesick so many times I've prostituted myself multiple times I've been so desperate. (Seriously how fucked up do you have to be to solicit a homeless girl in her 20s begging on the street for sex? It's fucked up, I wouldn't shed a tear if they got hit by a bus)
I've just had enough. I don't want to kill myself anymore, so finally I called my mom begging for help. So she came down and has been helping a lot. I got back on methadone yesterday. Most likely in a few weeks I'll move interstate to live in with her a while away from here.
I guess what I wanna ask, is how scared should I be? My fear is after I leave, I will lose my social circle, and everything I lost, my lover, all my possessions, plus the shit I've let sick assholes do to me all for drugs, all of it was for nothing, I don't even have my drug anymore.
Then there's the fact it's a huge lifestyle change. My whole life now is getting money for drugs. I'll suddenly have so much free time. I don't wanna live like this anymore, but the future scares the shit out of me.
Then there's the longer term, I have no clue what I even want in my life. Who else here has actually gotten clean for a long time after falling this far into addiction? How did it work? How did it go?
The other thing where I'm interested in other people's experiences is with selling sex, cause that's the part that's really where I really feel burnt out. It feels like I've done something I'll never completely get over. I keep thinking like, I might have gone my whole life being able to say I'd never sold my body for drugs, and now I can't, nor can I ever not remember what I did, and I feel sickened by it. Plus I already have a history of child sexual abuse and it just really brings back a lot of those memories and feelings. It just really hurts you know? And I don't really have anyone I can talk to about it. I don't have many female fronds in general and most of the people in my life I never want finding out about what I did. I can handle them knowing about me being a heroin addict and begging for money, but not that.
Anyway, for years I covered up and excused to abuse. Over and over the social workers at my methadone clinic would ask my if I was a victim of domestic violence and I always said no. They ask all female patients in relationships over and over cause it's so common. Eventually he told his parents and friends about how he treated me, his parents excused or ignored it, his friends encouraged it. So is it any wonder between that and his years of depression and threatening to kill himself or kill us both that I couldn't cope.
So anyway our relationship fell apart when we got evicted cause I kept using the rent money on heroin, So I wound up with a friend of mine I've been using with for years, basically homeless beyond that. We use a LOT but money's gotten harder and harder, I've mostly been panhandling for money but it's gotten so difficult and I've had to go panhandle dopesick so many times I've prostituted myself multiple times I've been so desperate. (Seriously how fucked up do you have to be to solicit a homeless girl in her 20s begging on the street for sex? It's fucked up, I wouldn't shed a tear if they got hit by a bus)
I've just had enough. I don't want to kill myself anymore, so finally I called my mom begging for help. So she came down and has been helping a lot. I got back on methadone yesterday. Most likely in a few weeks I'll move interstate to live in with her a while away from here.
I guess what I wanna ask, is how scared should I be? My fear is after I leave, I will lose my social circle, and everything I lost, my lover, all my possessions, plus the shit I've let sick assholes do to me all for drugs, all of it was for nothing, I don't even have my drug anymore.
Then there's the fact it's a huge lifestyle change. My whole life now is getting money for drugs. I'll suddenly have so much free time. I don't wanna live like this anymore, but the future scares the shit out of me.
Then there's the longer term, I have no clue what I even want in my life. Who else here has actually gotten clean for a long time after falling this far into addiction? How did it work? How did it go?
The other thing where I'm interested in other people's experiences is with selling sex, cause that's the part that's really where I really feel burnt out. It feels like I've done something I'll never completely get over. I keep thinking like, I might have gone my whole life being able to say I'd never sold my body for drugs, and now I can't, nor can I ever not remember what I did, and I feel sickened by it. Plus I already have a history of child sexual abuse and it just really brings back a lot of those memories and feelings. It just really hurts you know? And I don't really have anyone I can talk to about it. I don't have many female fronds in general and most of the people in my life I never want finding out about what I did. I can handle them knowing about me being a heroin addict and begging for money, but not that.
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