So it turned into a bigger relapse than I intended, but if I was in complete control I guess I wouldn't be writing this to begin with.
Things are bad, but they could be a lot worse. Just trying to keep my head from spinning in too many directions right now.
Blackouts are never fun and I'm starting to realize the danger. Knowing my sister worries that I might have overdosed when she hears sirens... well I guess it has given me a little perspective. I've worried about hurting others while blacked out but I've never really considered the possibility that I may not wake up, that I am heading in a direction that some never come back from. I guess I've always known it was possible, but perhaps it would just be the perfect unintentional solution to the ongoing problem I can not figure out.
That's part of it- sometimes I feel like I am a problem that I am just constantly searching for a solution to. I've been passionate about things, but deep down I have always felt lost, unsure of where I am and where I am supposed to be going. I've haven't found many things that make me feel at home like drugs and the underground culture that goes along with it. That identity seems to be the hardest thing to shake. It's not that I can't get rid of it, it's that it keeps coming back and I'm not sure what to put in its place.
Today was difficult, but a lot of good things happened. Things were said that needed to be.
I want to believe that I am safe again, that I am back on my feet and running but the truth is I am shaky. I just want to put life on pause and catch my breath, but at the same time I feel that I am behind and have no time to rest.
Things are bad, but they could be a lot worse. Just trying to keep my head from spinning in too many directions right now.
Blackouts are never fun and I'm starting to realize the danger. Knowing my sister worries that I might have overdosed when she hears sirens... well I guess it has given me a little perspective. I've worried about hurting others while blacked out but I've never really considered the possibility that I may not wake up, that I am heading in a direction that some never come back from. I guess I've always known it was possible, but perhaps it would just be the perfect unintentional solution to the ongoing problem I can not figure out.
That's part of it- sometimes I feel like I am a problem that I am just constantly searching for a solution to. I've been passionate about things, but deep down I have always felt lost, unsure of where I am and where I am supposed to be going. I've haven't found many things that make me feel at home like drugs and the underground culture that goes along with it. That identity seems to be the hardest thing to shake. It's not that I can't get rid of it, it's that it keeps coming back and I'm not sure what to put in its place.
Today was difficult, but a lot of good things happened. Things were said that needed to be.
I want to believe that I am safe again, that I am back on my feet and running but the truth is I am shaky. I just want to put life on pause and catch my breath, but at the same time I feel that I am behind and have no time to rest.