Kara7490
Bluelighter
I'm maybe 6 months or so into my drug habit, which so far contains adderall presses (really just for the meth, tbh) and i dunno if klonopin counts bc i was on that for years and i'm finding i'm taking more now, but just so i can sleep. basically everything was 'okay', you know the bs that you tell yourself. I was going to work, feelin good, wasn't tweaking, had that nice subtle mood lift, little energy, plus extra focus that I didn't even notice, until I did, if that makes sense. The suppression of appetite? the best part but we'll get to that. so i work in a hospital, and don't worry, i wasn't intoxicated at all, or tweaking, i just feel like, i did not put anyone in danger, i know you have your doubts, and i'm not going to argue bc i don't blame you. then, i got covid. all of the sudden i'm home all of the time with nothing to do. that was exactly 3 weeks ago. now my entire way of life has changed. and to add this in, i am not covered by 'covid pay' because i did not have a positive test. Here's the bullshit about that, our institutions administration and even employee health said that during this second wave they're getting multiple false negatives from those who worked through the first wave (me).
so, three weeks, at home, isolation... once i felt better it wasn't so bad. i live by myself in a nice little studio, i just have lingering breathing issues so my dr won't allow me to go back to work. and now, as you can see, i stay up all night on the computer, sleep during the day, and literally do nothing but sit on my bed with my computer. I had a tearful zoom session with my family, asking for their help bc i can't afford rent, and felt awful bc i'm thinking, it's all the drugs. otherwise id be okay. my sister immediately venmos me a couple grand, which i haven't touched. two days later she gets covid. like, fuck! shes doing okay thankfully. So I wake up, take my pills, and off i go into my little world. but now i'm up all night. i've actually not slept at all once and felt fine. i'm thinking, and so it begins... my main worries through all this? i still need to buy my drugs. because above all i need to keep my appetite suppressed. so now i have a relapse of my eating disorder plus a substance abuse issue.
I've had an eating disorder for like, 15 years maybe? I've been in treatment programs, i think 10 times exactly. now that i've found pills that suppress appetite, illicit or not, here we all. i'm lying to my therapist and doctor who are planning on fighting my employer for covid pay for me, i'm living this secret life that's betraying them. if i'm a night owl, then so be it. i worked night shift for 11 years. but, obviously, new cause for insomnia.
I'm hoping that this week I can return to week. with reduced hours, but i'll take it. sometimes i just get in this reflective state of what the FUCK am i doing? and it's all going to come out at some point. i'm kinda surprised my dr & therapist haven't asked for a drug test yet. anyways i could go on and on. i don't feel unstable, i'm aware of the bad decisions i'm making, and i'll be sent to collections before i use any of my sisters money. I guess, I don't know what i'm asking, no one knows anything, that i know of. my best friend who lives overseas, i did tell her but now she won't speak to me because i'm 'anesthetizing' myself through life (so?) but she did what she felt she had to do. I know a majority of you all have been through this point. and i'm not even asking for advice, though it is welcome. how did you handle it when your old life was twisting into your new drug life, but you're not so detached that you still have a ton of guilt. okay i'm pretty sure almost everyone here has been where i am. just venting. respond with anything. even a gif. sorry so long.
so, three weeks, at home, isolation... once i felt better it wasn't so bad. i live by myself in a nice little studio, i just have lingering breathing issues so my dr won't allow me to go back to work. and now, as you can see, i stay up all night on the computer, sleep during the day, and literally do nothing but sit on my bed with my computer. I had a tearful zoom session with my family, asking for their help bc i can't afford rent, and felt awful bc i'm thinking, it's all the drugs. otherwise id be okay. my sister immediately venmos me a couple grand, which i haven't touched. two days later she gets covid. like, fuck! shes doing okay thankfully. So I wake up, take my pills, and off i go into my little world. but now i'm up all night. i've actually not slept at all once and felt fine. i'm thinking, and so it begins... my main worries through all this? i still need to buy my drugs. because above all i need to keep my appetite suppressed. so now i have a relapse of my eating disorder plus a substance abuse issue.
I've had an eating disorder for like, 15 years maybe? I've been in treatment programs, i think 10 times exactly. now that i've found pills that suppress appetite, illicit or not, here we all. i'm lying to my therapist and doctor who are planning on fighting my employer for covid pay for me, i'm living this secret life that's betraying them. if i'm a night owl, then so be it. i worked night shift for 11 years. but, obviously, new cause for insomnia.
I'm hoping that this week I can return to week. with reduced hours, but i'll take it. sometimes i just get in this reflective state of what the FUCK am i doing? and it's all going to come out at some point. i'm kinda surprised my dr & therapist haven't asked for a drug test yet. anyways i could go on and on. i don't feel unstable, i'm aware of the bad decisions i'm making, and i'll be sent to collections before i use any of my sisters money. I guess, I don't know what i'm asking, no one knows anything, that i know of. my best friend who lives overseas, i did tell her but now she won't speak to me because i'm 'anesthetizing' myself through life (so?) but she did what she felt she had to do. I know a majority of you all have been through this point. and i'm not even asking for advice, though it is welcome. how did you handle it when your old life was twisting into your new drug life, but you're not so detached that you still have a ton of guilt. okay i'm pretty sure almost everyone here has been where i am. just venting. respond with anything. even a gif. sorry so long.