noddedallwayup
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2021
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what’s up bluelight? long time lurker never really posted though.
I’ve been in this crazy ass place we’ve all had plane tickets to but only some of us leave. Addiction island, might come and visit, might never leave.
after six solid years of everyday drug use (poly, I don’t love one. I love them all in unique ways) i finally have an out of my situation. family member who I’ve met maybe 4 times tops came over and saw me nodded on the porch, xan talking about absolutely nothing.
he‘s about 7-8 years older than me and has his shit pretty well together despite his own previous addiction issues. I’m not sure what possessed him to, but a few days later when I was still underneath the weight of my vodka enhanced Roxie mentality just sat and talked to me.
when I say I don’t know him it’s kind of an understatement.
my mom’s boyfriend‘s son? not sure on the title for it.
however, he managed to do what about three people in my entire addiction managed to. put my bottle down and just go play Xbox with him at his crib. half a bottle isn’t something I just like to leave knowing that hours after my body and brain are going to beg me to have not to.
but i did, and when I ‘woke up’ after having played Xbox and took lines of meth all night, he talked and listened again.
at that point I was 48hr no food or sleep, I really felt like the only thing I needed was to see my $3.91 total at the liquor store.
he broke it down for me, shit started to make sense. get away from my situation and come under his wing so I have some sort of accountability. he even managed to get me setup for a college in the fall using my dad’s gi bill. job application in IT and the whole thing.
today is my 72hr of no sleep, I still haven’t drank even though I want to, but I am about to crush myself with the realization of the whole thing. his only rule is no drugs in the apartment or my scene.
i cant move my single trash bag in with him today knowing that I’m doing it with a pocket full of roxies and half-geeked off my last two lines of go.
im not able to just drop them and live the semi-normal but miserably sober life.
why can’t i keep myself from self-destructing and just do it?
im so close to being able to leave, but my addiction just pushes me right back into the hotel to hell.
someone else understands this shit right.
I’ve been in this crazy ass place we’ve all had plane tickets to but only some of us leave. Addiction island, might come and visit, might never leave.
after six solid years of everyday drug use (poly, I don’t love one. I love them all in unique ways) i finally have an out of my situation. family member who I’ve met maybe 4 times tops came over and saw me nodded on the porch, xan talking about absolutely nothing.
he‘s about 7-8 years older than me and has his shit pretty well together despite his own previous addiction issues. I’m not sure what possessed him to, but a few days later when I was still underneath the weight of my vodka enhanced Roxie mentality just sat and talked to me.
when I say I don’t know him it’s kind of an understatement.
my mom’s boyfriend‘s son? not sure on the title for it.
however, he managed to do what about three people in my entire addiction managed to. put my bottle down and just go play Xbox with him at his crib. half a bottle isn’t something I just like to leave knowing that hours after my body and brain are going to beg me to have not to.
but i did, and when I ‘woke up’ after having played Xbox and took lines of meth all night, he talked and listened again.
at that point I was 48hr no food or sleep, I really felt like the only thing I needed was to see my $3.91 total at the liquor store.
he broke it down for me, shit started to make sense. get away from my situation and come under his wing so I have some sort of accountability. he even managed to get me setup for a college in the fall using my dad’s gi bill. job application in IT and the whole thing.
today is my 72hr of no sleep, I still haven’t drank even though I want to, but I am about to crush myself with the realization of the whole thing. his only rule is no drugs in the apartment or my scene.
i cant move my single trash bag in with him today knowing that I’m doing it with a pocket full of roxies and half-geeked off my last two lines of go.
im not able to just drop them and live the semi-normal but miserably sober life.
why can’t i keep myself from self-destructing and just do it?
im so close to being able to leave, but my addiction just pushes me right back into the hotel to hell.
someone else understands this shit right.