Venting I just hate being sober

I can relate, few months of the blahs after abusing opioids but yes this will pass ,you have to find things that are joyful too,it was easy to feel euphoria on drugs but yes for sure you will feel happier
Thank you. This gives me hope. Today is a good day I think because I'm visiting my parents and we have been enjoying a good time together
But I'm dreading having to go to work tomorrow after a week off mostly because I fear I will not be functional enough
 
Thank you. This gives me hope. Today is a good day I think because I'm visiting my parents and we have been enjoying a good time together
But I'm dreading having to go to work tomorrow after a week off mostly because I fear I will not be functional enough
You can take a very small dose in the morning. One you won't feel, but still can buffer the low. I mean I don't want to entice you to relapse but it works for me like that. If I stay completely sober I'm just fighting sleep constantly and get to embarrass myself at work. 100 mg do the job for me plus some caffeine... But you might have a different baseline..
 
Today was dreadful even though nobody seemed to notice how much I was struggling to function
I know I have to resolve my personal issues before I can start feeling good again and that using drugs is a very short term solution. But days like today make me wonder if being sober it worth the trouble
 
Today was dreadful even though nobody seemed to notice how much I was struggling to function
I know I have to resolve my personal issues before I can start feeling good again and that using drugs is a very short term solution. But days like today make me wonder if being sober it worth the trouble
I can follow very much, though for me it's just the return of all the bs that the return of my husband brings along. The same fights, the same issues, the same mistake to hope anything might ever change.
I entered the house after hearing at work that my easy times are over and meeting my husband shortly in front and my first thought was: "Why is there no Heroin here!?" I got fed up with waiting for Tapentadol to do anything yesterday and Benzos are only ever making me sleep or it's not enough 🙄. There's just no escape anywhere, so I'm falling apart like I used to 😒, saying the same shitty things that I used to and turning the vicious cycle around one more time...
I don't want this life and I'm telling that to everyone who doesn't want to hear... Regretting whatever at once to no avail. I'm in hell and looks like I'm trying to drag everyone along... Sick as can be... And I still have no clue what to do about it... Aside narcotizing it
 
Update: Sorry for the rant ,.. I later noticed an increasing headache and realized that I was in WD... That as well as the very real despair I felt could be cured by Tapentadol... Probably the result of trying to reduce my dose despite breaking the taper big time... I'm such a mess fr... 😕
 
I can follow very much, though for me it's just the return of all the bs that the return of my husband brings along. The same fights, the same issues, the same mistake to hope anything might ever change.
I entered the house after hearing at work that my easy times are over and meeting my husband shortly in front and my first thought was: "Why is there no Heroin here!?" I got fed up with waiting for Tapentadol to do anything yesterday and Benzos are only ever making me sleep or it's not enough 🙄. There's just no escape anywhere, so I'm falling apart like I used to 😒, saying the same shitty things that I used to and turning the vicious cycle around one more time...
I don't want this life and I'm telling that to everyone who doesn't want to hear... Regretting whatever at once to no avail. I'm in hell and looks like I'm trying to drag everyone along... Sick as can be... And I still have no clue what to do about it... Aside narcotizing it
though our situations are different, i can completely relate to everything you’ve said throughout this thread. i’ve had very similar thoughts and feelings
i hope you’re able to find something that resembles peace and comfort.. asap
thinking of you <3
 
May I ask how it finally stopped after those six years? How are you and your sister getting along now?
Well, I'm not entirely sure. I think she just gave up one day and accepted what I was. We get along okay now. She helps me out a lot, more than I'd ever have expected. Every 3 days. Sometimes I have to get it early, and that's rough, on both of us. I do my best to not do that, but it's hard sometimes when you're sick, or haven't felt high for a year... (such is the case now... I miss the fuck out of it.) I feel pretty guilty about all of it honestly. I know I'm a drain on the finances. I just straight up gave her my check a while back. Everything I have money-wise is hers now... for whatever that's worth. She didn't ask I just felt like I had to do it so I did. I love both my sister and my mom very much, though it was very strained for those six years between my sister and I. It took quite a toll on mom too. It really hurt me in a lot of ways that she (my sister) would turn on me like that. Yelling at me to "get the fuck out of her life" and shit like that. We've been through a lot together since we were babies. So yeah that sucked a lot.

As a side note, to sort of continue what I said about not getting anything decent for over a year... I don't know what people are putting in their shit these days but I'm coming off some crazy shit right now. Tranq of some sort, I'm sure. No warm fuzzy feeling, knocks me straight the fuck out. I think I almost bought the farm, so to speak, a few days ago. Misjudged what I could handle... (been getting junk for so long... not that this stuff isn't junk, if it has opiates in it, it's just enough to keep you hooked without letting you feel anything and then whatever else shit on top of that) and I woke up in my chair some hours later with the living room in disarray like I had been flailing around while I was out. I don't do that when I'm asleep, not badly enough to knock furniture over or scatter things around like I had. I'm thinking seriously about giving it up. I'm tired of giving my money away... pleading with people to just let me have what I want to buy and no one gives a fuck. I've seriously thought about ending shit a few times. I've been pretty depressed a lot too. Eh. Anyway. Didn't mean to ramble.
 
few months of the blahs after abusing opioids but yes this will pass
I could handle that standing on my head if I could just SLEEEEP. My word that's the shittiest part. I'm depressed most of the time now anyway so it's just another day of staring at my monitor and talking to ChatGPT balling my stupid eyes out. (Don't judge me. I'm not proposing to it or anything.) I just kinda talk about my life, dreams I have etc.
 
That looks like a beautiful attitude to me ✨
It feels right to me. I don't know if I believe in destiny, or fate, or whether or not we even have a purpose here... but if we do, that feels like the right path. There is a lot of good that can come from caring for others, being compassionate, from the heart, not because you expect to be rewarded. It is it's own reward.
Though the first part still feels sad.. I get you. It's what I also felt often - aside the definite part. I'm still scared of death...
Oh I'm definitely scared. I uh... I don't know if I've said this or not, but I hung myself once when I was in my early twenties. Over my ex. Bad times. I just wanted her to know I loved her and we were arguing all the time, she was cheating on me constantly. It wasn't fun. So that night, I just couldn't think of any other way to show her that I loved her than to give up the one thing I could truly call my own, at least as I saw it. While I was out, I ... saw things. And if I have any sense about me at all, this wasn't a dream. Wasn't synapses firing in my brain, chemicals etc. It was more real than any moment I've had here on Earth. It lasted for what seemed like maybe 5 seconds. I was in darkness at first. Like the stage where you're asleep and not dreaming. You have a sort of dim sense of self awareness, you know? You're not able to think or sense the self actively, but when you awaken from that part of sleep you know you existed and can sort of remember time passing. I don't know if that makes any sense but it seems like a normal part of sleep and unconsciousness to me, so I hope you at least get an idea of what I'm talking about. :p In the blackness I sort of started to become aware that I was in darkness, more aware anyway... I could see a pinprick of light, like a black monitor with a single pixel lit up. It started to grow, or I was moving forward incredibly fast, or both... I'm not really sure. It was like the pixel grew and expanded to encompass me, like I had left a tunnel and entered into bright daylight. Just a figure of speech, as far as I know there was no tunnel. Just darkness, and then the world came to be around me. I saw mist everywhere... I don't know if the mist was tinted blue, or the light was tinted blue and coloring the mist, but there was blue mist everywhere. All around me, and as far into the horizon as I could see. To my left, there was a block of rough hewn grey stone. Like an altar. It had nothing on it, not cloth no knick nacks of any sort. Just a stone block, sitting on another stone slab a little bigger than it and of the same stone as far as I could tell. I looked in front of me and there was a figure standing there with his back turned to me. He wore a stained brown tattered ... well what looked to be burlap robe. The robe had a hood, the hood was down. His head was bald, shiny. He was dark skinned, like what ancient Egyptians are depicted as looking like, kind of Middle Eastern, you know? He turned, relatively slowly but not in a dramatic way or anything... just turned like he noticed I was there, looked at me, and I woke up, on the floor, back in my bedroom with Allison. When I did that, hung myself, I was ... not in a good space... (obviously lol...) I was raging, crying, ready to check out. Mostly just sad and tired. When I woke up... I was exuberant, elated. I knew, that I had just seen evidence of something.. "else." There was no question in my mind. I was doing my best to console Allison... she wasn't in a good space either... (also obviously after having just witnessed that...) I can't really explain how it was to wake up after seeing that... it was the strangest thing I've ever experienced, bar none. (with maybe the exception of a nightmare I had once.)

I will never forget that experience. I have had my doubts since, about the synapses firing, brain dying, etc. But I can't shake the feeling that it wasn't that. I know a lot of people have NDE's to share. This was just... something I had been begging the universe for since I was little. A sign, something to hold onto. Anyway, I hope you don't think differently of me after that. I wasn't an abusive person toward Allison. Never hit her or anything. We had our quarrels, and ... man that period of my life was rough. Hard. I never want to experience anything like that ever again, the relationship shit.

Talk about a ramble, eh? :p
But it's not like I'm free to travel as I wish. Or let's say I lack the energy to organize much of traveling with the kids...
That lack of energy is an unfortunate part of this predicament we find ourselves in. It's definitely a hurdle. But, you keep trying, getting back up after you fall down. You'll succeed. I have faith.
I'm sometimes feeling really sorry for them because of that. My parents used to travel quite often with us...
Yeah. That hits home pretty hard. That's a part of the reason, I think, that I am where I'm at right now. My family used to have get togethers, we used to camp every fourth of july, clams and lobster. Man I miss that shit. Out canoeing on the lake by myself. Fishing. Finding cool rocks. The campfires at night. Just sitting there staring into the fire. That's gone now. My family is fractured. Dads gone, Uncle Raymond's gone. All of my grandparents are gone. Yeah, time is rough. I never would have thought that bond would be broken. Shows what I know, right?
But who knows what a next life would bring? It could be heaven or hell even if you were reborn as a human in the same country...
Honestly, I hope they just let me rest. For a while. Forever. No more life. Peace for a while. Need a recharge. Battery depleted.
I hope this doesn't come off rude but there's a Buddhist quote that fascinated me a lot when I was young, I still have it pasted on one of my oldest folders: "People are often taking death too lightly and think: 'Who cares, death comes to everyone after all. It's natural, so it's going to be alright.' That's a nice theory - until you die." ( taken from "Life in relation to death" by Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche )
I don't think it's rude at all. I think it's a nice sentiment. But I also think I'd stick my tongue out at him and go "Neener neener!"
I keep slipping back into the habit and causing myself more pain 🙄
But you keep getting back up. It's the ticket. The key. It's hard sometimes, but you still do it. I think that matters more than anyone knows, more than some meme or some random guy telling you it does.
And being regular makes a huge difference...
Yes it definitely does lol. I had my shit together for a while. Every three days. Everything was ok, finally... now I'm just passed around from douchebag to douchebag. Eh. That's life I guess for some people.
In dreams we can be alive where we can't when we're awake. They're another world where we can be whole/ourselves in a lot more ways than in daily life. ...
I don't even know how to respond to this, but I wanted to, so here goes. YES. (Hehe...)
imo the only way to taper from H if you can't stop cold is to use a substitute first.
I tried doing that with Roxies. It seemed to work at first but the longer I went the sicker I got. I had to revert back to whatever I could find. I tried going to opanas, but no one I know can find them anymore for any affordable price. $150+ dollars for a single 40 mg pill. Can't do that.
It's gonna be the minor priority in getting clean, as in the next step after quitting opioids...😅
Ah yeah weeds a cakewalk. Well it was for me I'm not trying to belittle anyone's struggles. I'm just trying to be positive. When you leave the other stuff behind, I think you'll agree leaving weed behind is kind of an afterthought. I hope so anyway.
It's happening just now...😅
Ah... well shit... I hope it wasn't anything I said. I don't have much of a filter I don't think. But I don't try to hurt anyone. I'm just... face first into the wind... full speed, say what I think. Be myself.
but I try again and again..
And that is the part that matters the most. The key to the door.
I don't want you to think badly of me because my replies got shorter at the end here, but I'm super tired. Been up for a while now and I can't seem to get any sleep, so I'm going to try again. Throw on some booming thunderstorms and rain sounds and close my shmucky eyes. Here's to hoping. I shall see you on the flip side my friend.
 
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Will that pass?
I don't know exactly what else to say, other than YES. It will pass. You have to kind of help it along though, if you can. And if you can't that doesn't mean it won't pass. Not at all implying that. I know from personal experience, that it is a drag trying to crawl out of bed and find meaning in a gray landscape full of ash. But it will help those feelings to pass, as long as you get back up and keep trying. And rest when you need to as well, I'm not telling you to go out there and run marathons or anything. Unless of course that's your thing, then more power to ya. :)
 
Hey, thank you!! 🙏
though our situations are different, i can completely relate to everything you’ve said throughout this thread. i’ve had very similar thoughts and feelings
i hope you’re able to find something that resembles peace and comfort.. asap
thinking of you <3
What is the situation you're in?( If you like to share that..).
I decided to taper off the Tramadol only for now. I'm scared of the paws and I still want to get high, so first the SNRI goes out - with that I'm strictly according to plan btw. But thr rest... I'm not limiting more than before 😔
Tapering is really a science of it's own 🙄
There are so many things to consider:... For example not to push the time to the next dose, (like I did today), fall into a hole and then take hours and something else to come out 😒...
I never took care of balancing my emotions, I just wanted to get high and then go to work sober - which I really did until recently when I just fell asleep at work (and not just once);... I could cover it up with caffeine for a while, but was going through WD every day... And it just didn't work anymore...
Today I was watching myself sit quietly and then work like a robot when properly dosed, while being useless and out of control emotionally - or just getting knocked out if not...
I'm feeling like some sort of chemistry scientist in charge of finding the recipe for making this human experiment work best: reduce something here, then add something there... All at the right time ofc -And with a different target all together (emotional stability)...
It's a shift of focus that's a bit difficult to apply for me...
Ok. Done ranting - and my eyes keep closing, too 😅
Thanks a lot for caring 🙏
 
I'm feeling like some sort of chemistry scientist in charge of finding the recipe for making this human experiment work best: reduce something here, then add something there... All at the right time ofc -And with a different target all together (emotional stability)...
Hey maybe you've found a new calling? Chemistry is really the study of the universe in a very real sense. Everything is made of chemicals. I've always been interested in it, I wish I were smart enough understand more of it lol.
Either way if you felt like it, maybe documenting your journey with what you're doing might help someone in the future.
 
I could handle that standing on my head if I could just SLEEEEP. My word that's the shittiest part. I'm depressed most of the time now anyway so it's just another day of staring at my monitor and talking to ChatGPT balling my stupid eyes out. (Don't judge me. I'm not proposing to it or anything.) I just kinda talk about my life, dreams I have etc.
Yes sleep was the worst ,I had to get a script of Ambien.
 
Yes sleep was the worst ,I had to get a script of Ambien.
Man it's literal torture. I hate it. Get some decent fever dreams off it when I can actually accomplish sleep though, which is cool. Terrifying at times... but I'm a weirdo.

A script huh? I hate going to the doctor. They always wanna take my blood and I screwed up my veins so it's a 10 minute poke fest. Blegh. But I might have to do that myself. I should have thought of it. Thanks man.
 
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Oh I'm definitely scared. I uh... I don't know if I've said this or not, but I hung myself once when I was in my early twenties. Over my ex. Bad times. I just wanted her to know I loved her and we were arguing all the time, she was cheating on me constantly. It wasn't fun. So that night, I just couldn't think of any other way to show her that I loved her than to give up the one thing I could truly call my own, at least as I saw it. While I was out, I ... saw things. And if I have any sense about me at all, this wasn't a dream. Wasn't synapses firing in my brain, chemicals etc. It was more real than any moment I've had here on Earth. It lasted for what seemed like maybe 5 seconds. I was in darkness at first. Like the stage where you're asleep and not dreaming. You have a sort of dim sense of self awareness, you know? You're not able to think or sense the self actively, but when you awaken from that part of sleep you know you existed and can sort of remember time passing. I don't know if that makes any sense but it seems like a normal part of sleep and unconsciousness to me, so I hope you at least get an idea of what I'm talking about. :p In the blackness I sort of started to become aware that I was in darkness, more aware anyway... I could see a pinprick of light, like a black monitor with a single pixel lit up. It started to grow, or I was moving forward incredibly fast, or both... I'm not really sure. It was like the pixel grew and expanded to encompass me, like I had left a tunnel and entered into bright daylight. Just a figure of speech, as far as I know there was no tunnel. Just darkness, and then the world came to be around me. I saw mist everywhere... I don't know if the mist was tinted blue, or the light was tinted blue and coloring the mist, but there was blue mist everywhere. All around me, and as far into the horizon as I could see. To my left, there was a block of rough hewn grey stone. Like an altar. It had nothing on it, not cloth no knick nacks of any sort. Just a stone block, sitting on another stone slab a little bigger than it and of the same stone as far as I could tell. I looked in front of me and there was a figure standing there with his back turned to me. He wore a stained brown tattered ... well what looked to be burlap robe. The robe had a hood, the hood was down. His head was bald, shiny. He was dark skinned, like what ancient Egyptians are depicted as looking like, kind of Middle Eastern, you know? He turned, relatively slowly but not in a dramatic way or anything... just turned like he noticed I was there, looked at me, and I woke up, on the floor, back in my bedroom with Allison. When I did that, hung myself, I was ... not in a good space... (obviously lol...) I was raging, crying, ready to check out. Mostly just sad and tired. When I woke up... I was exuberant, elated. I knew, that I had just seen evidence of something.. "else." There was no question in my mind. I was doing my best to console Allison... she wasn't in a good space either... (also obviously after having just witnessed that...) I can't really explain how it was to wake up after seeing that... it was the strangest thing I've ever experienced, bar none. (with maybe the exception of a nightmare I had once.)

I will never forget that experience. I have had my doubts since, about the synapses firing, brain dying, etc. But I can't shake the feeling that it wasn't that. I know a lot of people have NDE's to share. This was just... something I had been begging the universe for since I was little. A sign, something to hold onto. Anyway, I hope you don't think differently of me after that. I wasn't an abusive person toward Allison. Never hit her or anything. We had our quarrels, and ... man that period of my life was rough. Hard. I never want to experience anything like that ever again, the relationship shit.
Wow - and no you didn't tell that before. I think it's an amazing experience... Never had a NDE myself, just some sort of visions, dreams, however you may call it... Understood some things about me from them... But what you have seen is something else. Some parts are matching with some of the descriptions of the dying process in Buddhist literature - and some phantasy novels 😜. Anyway I could imagine that scene you described very clearly - it's a true gift so thank you for sharing!! 🙏🙏🙏
Yeah. That hits home pretty hard. That's a part of the reason, I think, that I am where I'm at right now. My family used to have get togethers, we used to camp every fourth of july, clams and lobster. Man I miss that shit. Out canoeing on the lake by myself. Fishing. Finding cool rocks. The campfires at night. Just sitting there staring into the fire.
I see... That's also where you connected to nature... This kind of rituals, that we enjoyed as kids .. are what our parents came up with.. not necessarily for our sake. But it's what was established by them and we benefitted from that. It's a structure we could lean on for a while.. helping us to see a larger frame of life, beyond the ordinary...

And as much as I despise my husband - it's him who's adding a big deal of adventure and fun to my kids' lives. I could watch it this morning live, when they were all sitting around him telling his stories...
That's the reason why I agreed to his return.
It's taking some things off my shoulders, at least for a while...
That's gone now. My family is fractured. Dads gone, Uncle Raymond's gone. All of my grandparents are gone.
I don't know what I would be without my parents. They're both old now and I see them only every few weeks, but they're still helping me with crucial issues... My sister left the country...
Honestly, I hope they just let me rest. For a while. Forever. No more life. Peace for a while. Need a recharge. Battery depleted.
May you get that rest.. possibly even within this life.. 🙏
I don't think it's rude at all. I think it's a nice sentiment. But I also think I'd stick my tongue out at him and go "Neener neener!"
Lmao 🤣
I tried doing that with Roxies. It seemed to work at first but the longer I went the sicker I got.
Strange... Maybe some fake ones with sth else in them?
Ah... well shit... I hope it wasn't anything I said.
Dw. It was nothing you said - I'm faster at relapsing than reading 😅
I don't want you to think badly of me because my replies got shorter at the end here, but I'm super tired. Been up for a while now and I can't seem to get any sleep, so I'm going to try again. Throw on some booming thunderstorms and rain sounds and close my shmucky eyes. Here's to hoping. I shall see you on the flip side my friend.
Nothing you wrote made me think badly of you. And I just hope you can find sleep and rest, with whatever recipe or prescription it may take.. See you there fr!

And I also hope you don't get anymore of that scary tranq/junk whatever you had there...
 
Hey, thank you!! 🙏

What is the situation you're in?( If you like to share that..).
I decided to taper off the Tramadol only for now. I'm scared of the paws and I still want to get high, so first the SNRI goes out - with that I'm strictly according to plan btw. But thr rest... I'm not limiting more than before 😔
Tapering is really a science of it's own 🙄
There are so many things to consider:... For example not to push the time to the next dose, (like I did today), fall into a hole and then take hours and something else to come out 😒...
I never took care of balancing my emotions, I just wanted to get high and then go to work sober - which I really did until recently when I just fell asleep at work (and not just once);... I could cover it up with caffeine for a while, but was going through WD every day... And it just didn't work anymore...
Today I was watching myself sit quietly and then work like a robot when properly dosed, while being useless and out of control emotionally - or just getting knocked out if not...
I'm feeling like some sort of chemistry scientist in charge of finding the recipe for making this human experiment work best: reduce something here, then add something there... All at the right time ofc -And with a different target all together (emotional stability)...
It's a shift of focus that's a bit difficult to apply for me...
Ok. Done ranting - and my eyes keep closing, too 😅
Thanks a lot for caring 🙏
My situation… hmm… ready for a rant? lol

I’ve been trying to escape myself.. life.. even before I tried anything mind altering. I’ll give a little breakdown:

12 was booze and weed.
14 was acid and mushrooms
16 was e and coke
18/19 I was an alcoholic with a cocaine addiction along with being an absolute e-tard.
20 was when my doctor put me on Xanax, temazepam and zopiclone for sleep. The night before my first day of grade 12 I just stopped sleeping. I was taking ridiculous amounts of OTC sleeping aids. I genuinely didn’t even know what a benzo really was when I got put on them. For the first time in my short life, I was able to shut my brain off. Even if it was for a couple hours at a time. I had found my new love… I wasn’t going to let anything come between us. (I’m prescribed diazepam these days… and although my brain feels like soup.. I love benzos)

At 22 I started playing around with opioids. Had a bf that had MS. He was prescribed as much morphine as he wanted. He gave me as much morphine as I wanted (thanks J ❤️). He was so sweet. He had no idea who I really was and the monsters I had inside me. He just wanted to help.
Every couple weeks I’d go to the hospital with a ‘migraine’. I’d immediately be given a shot of morphine or dilaudid. At the time, my town didn’t have a benzo or opioid problem. Mostly coke/crack heads.

At 23 someone introduced me to the needle - fuck that guy.

At 24 I genuinely tried to end my life. Almost succeeded. I had about 12 beer, 2 bottles of wine, and a flask of something in me - but no cocaine. The town was fucking dry. I went bananas. Self harmed, ended up at the hospital for stitches around 3am. Sometime around 5:30am I went out for a smoke. Decided to take every pill I had on me. Clomipramine, xanax, temazepam, and zopiclone. Anywhere between 150-200 pills. I went back to bed (I was on suicide watch - that part was always slightly funny to me). At 6:15 a nurse came to my room to tell me to turn off my alarm. I was convulsing and foaming at the mouth. They had no idea what was happening until they went through my purse and realized I had a bunch of empty bottles in there. They did CPR on me for about 20 minutes. My heart kept stopping and my BP was basically non existent. They had to shock me 3 times. I was in bad shape. They called my parents (they lived in a different province) at 6:50am, gave them the rundown and said they expected me to live for maybe another 10 minutes. To everyone’s surprise, I kept holding on. Took 8 hours to get me stabilized. During that 8 hours, I had family members and friends around me the whole day. Apparently, my body would react when my best friend in the world would talk to me (BP spikes, fingers and toes would flicker). They put me on an air ambulance flight around 4pm that day. My parents met me in the ICU around 6:30pm. I was in a coma and on life support. The doctors had no idea when, or if, I would wake up - or what condition I’d be in mentally if I did wake up. 5 days later.. i came to. I remember the tube in my throat.. it hurt so much. I was confused because I couldn’t move my arms or legs - I was strapped to the bed. Apparently I had started to ‘wake up’ 2 days before and was…violent. I have no recollection.
Other than some short term memory loss and difficulty remembering certain words, I had no lasting damage. They did want me to be very careful with my heart.
I went from the ICU to the psych ward for a couple weeks. Stayed with my parents for 2 months, then went back home.

The cycle of alcohol, cocaine, and opioids and benzos started again. Continued that way for another 3 years until I ended up moving provinces with my by bf at the time.

At 28 I got pregnant. My body absorbed the fetus, but my belly kept growing. I was 14 weeks when I finally found out there was nothing in there and was given meds to ‘dispel’ the sac. Devastating. I found a solid connection for dilaudid and I was off. At 29 I got pregnant again. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop the dilaudid. I was too scared and embarrassed to tell anyone… until I finally ‘came clean’ at 29 weeks. My daughter was born dependent on opioids. We spent 5 weeks in the NICU while she was slowly weaned off. I was put on methadone. CPS became involved because I called them. It was either me or my doctor. It had to be me.

My daughter is 9 now. She’s a beautiful, intelligent, thoughtful, amazing little girl. Fortunately, everything worked out. No issues. The amount of guilt and shame I feel every single day is suffocating. Sometimes deafening. Usually both.
How could I have been so fucking selfish? What kind of human being does that to their own child?? What the fuck had I become? Who am I? What am I? A monster. Surely.. that was the only answer. I was a fucking monster. A selfish addict. I was the person that was supposed to shield her from everything ‘bad’… not be the one pumping it straight into her little body.
The guilt is Suffocating. The words that bounce through my head. Deafening. Someone kill me. No.. don’t. I need to stay and clean up my mess. No… please… let me go… she’s better off without me. God dammit, no she isn’t! STAY and FIGHT!!! You don’t get to walk away from this that easy you cunt.

So here I am.

I wish I could say I stayed sober. That I had learned my lesson. If love alone was enough to keep someone sober… I wouldn’t have ever used again. Unfortunately… that wasn’t my reality. I relapsed multiple times over the last 9 years.

You mentioned being a chemist… trying to find a balance. I relate to that so much. I’ve tried so hard to find balance between all of it. Little bit of this at this time… some of this in between… more of that at this time… rinse repeat.

In 2020 I went on suboxone from methadone.

I’ve had what I’ll call ‘mini moments’ of weakness. A night here… 2 nights there. All hush hush of course
It’s been 2 years since I’ve put opioids or cocaine into my body. Last year I started playing around with mushrooms. Little bit of ketamine here and there. Haven’t been drunk in I don’t know how long.

I’ve got a little human that loves me more than anything in this world. She calls me “the best momma ever”…. If she only knew. Im so far from being the best momma ever. But I’m trying. It has taken a long time for me to be where I am. And I’m nowhere close to where and who I want to be. It can’t all be for nothing, can it? Nah. It can’t be.

I want to nod off so bad. Bounce my chin off my chest. Fall over and pass out. But where the fuck would that leave me? More importantly… where would that leave her?

Dilaudid is like the abusive love so many of us fall prey to… he loves me! He’d never do anything to hurt me! I KNOW he wouldn’t… he loves.. who’s that bitch?!? He’s mine! He told me he loves me! We’d be together forever!! That bitch?? Fuck it. YOU take him. Please. Take him … I never wanna see him again. I’ll settle for a dream here and there about the ‘good days’. When he was sending shivers up and down my spine… making my eyes roll back into my head with pleasure. I’ll settle for day dreams that I can snap out of. Because when I really think about it… those were never my dreams. Those dreams belonged to this girl I used to know. Poor broken girl. Accepting love from the people and things that wanted to hurt her. Humiliate her. Take from her. Never once build her up. So fuck that. You take him. I’ll take my dreams elsewhere.

My daughter? She’s what real dreams are made of. She’s the kind that wakes you up from your abusive dreams. You feel warm. Fuzzy. Her jokes make you throw your head back with laughter… your daughter makes you wonder what it was you did to deserve such a beautiful person in your life. She sends shivers up and down your spine because she’s so kind. Honest. Real. She makes you melt. That beautiful smile.. those sparkling eyes… her gentle touch. She’s the little girl that has the soul of an angel. She’s the reason you’re still here. She’s your everything. You’d be nothing without her. Without her… the devil would dance on your heart until it turned black. You’d fade back into nothing… dreaming of true love…. cursing yourself for falling in love with your abuser, again.

To anyone that read through all that, I’m sorry. And also thank you. Hopefully it made sense. I had no idea I was going to type any of that out… it just happened.
 
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