JessFR
Bluelight Crew
Today I read the very first post I made to bluelight, I had just turned 24, I was scared then too.
My exact words were along the lines of "I'm stupid because for the first time in my life I have someone who loves me ..., and I love him and yet I feel like a helpless passenger as I watch the rest of me try and ruin both of our lives."
I'm 26 now and I can safely say I feel exactly the same today.
At the time I had been living with my boyfriend and his parents for nearly 2 years after he convinced his mother to let him rescue me from homelessness after a falling out with my mother over my suicide attempt and drug abuse. His mother didn't exactly 'want' me there, I recall her exact words being a dismissive 'well we can't have you living on the street can we' as she looked away from me. I said back then his parents were getting a divorce, they did, we found ourselves an apartment and moved in together and have lived here ever since. At the time I was upset about using behind his back. He knows I'm using now, but since for most of the time I've been fairly functional, he's managed to cope with it. He still hates it and wish's I didn't use at all, but he knows he can't make me stop and we both still love each other after these years and still want to be together.
A while before I made my first post I had managed to get some clean time up following my suicide attempt. But by the time I made that post, I was starting to use opiates again, I had been a heroin user which I had hidden from my mother for a long time, she knew something was wrong, she just didn't suspect it was as bad as it was. After I was put in hospital I got clean, but the temptation, thinking about drugs, every day, it just doesn't go away.
Am I an addict? I have called myself one before, and looking at it on paper, it's hard to consider for a moment that it's even a question up for debate, but still to this day I can't feel with confidence that I am.
Every time I feel sad, or scared, or think about the emotional pain I've had to suffer all my life, I want to get high, I just want to feel good.
I've smoked weed, I've used speed, I've smoked for years, I drink. Apart from smoking though, all of those I can stop, and not think about. I can use from time to time and not have a problem. Even smoking, the only other vice that's close, I managed to quit for months, and if it weren't for a huge unlucky set back I think I might have made it into the long term, I think I can quit that. I had reached the point of rarely thinking about cigarettes until someone had to go and make it her mission to hurt me. But I believe I can do it again.
But opioids... I just can't imagine never using them again. They're like a trusted friend that has always been there for you. Sure they've hurt you before, they're high maintenance, and some people in your life don't approve of the company you keep, but they just don't understand them. How how much you've been through together. How they were there to help me when noone else was.
I've made so many mistakes, I can't begin to imagine how much money I have spent on drugs over the years, it has to be a lot of digits. I asked if I was really an addict. I have thought about drugs every day for what feels like forever. Apart from a few stretches being clean, I have used virtually every day for years at a time. Thinking every day about how I'm going to pay for my next dose, racked up enormous debt that I have a lot of trouble paying off to pay for my drugs. For the first time recently I seriously contemplated cheating on the love of my life when I've been offered drugs in exchange for sex. I didn't do it, but it still seems laughable as I write it down to suggest I'm not just another junkie like so many others I know.
But still, just like I said years ago, I don't really want to quit. Even when my tolerance reaches a point where I'm more offsetting withdrawal rather than getting high, I still prefer that over true sobriety. I know what some would say, that perhaps I just haven't had enough pain resulting from my addiction to make me stop. I haven't gone to prison yet, or lost everything. I don't want that to happen, but what would I do if I were sober either? How long would I have to be clean before I wouldn't think about it all the time. And worse than that, would I ever be able to feel happy again? I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't be happy without drugs. I've had therapy before, psychiatrists, psychologists, but I don't think they can fix me. They can't undo the life I've had or make me someone else. And they can't make me forget all the pain that drugs let me forget.
There are so many competing things I want, I want my relationship to last, I don't want to quit drugs, I want to some day have a future where I don't feel the need to be high to survive. And I don't want drugs to ruin my life more so than they already have. While not wanting to live with how I feel without them. I can't have it all.
Who else here has been in a similar situation? How does it turn out in the long run?
As I said 2 years and 4 months ago, I don't even know why I wrote all this, guess it just feels good to write it down. As totally self-pitying as it probably sounds.
My exact words were along the lines of "I'm stupid because for the first time in my life I have someone who loves me ..., and I love him and yet I feel like a helpless passenger as I watch the rest of me try and ruin both of our lives."
I'm 26 now and I can safely say I feel exactly the same today.
At the time I had been living with my boyfriend and his parents for nearly 2 years after he convinced his mother to let him rescue me from homelessness after a falling out with my mother over my suicide attempt and drug abuse. His mother didn't exactly 'want' me there, I recall her exact words being a dismissive 'well we can't have you living on the street can we' as she looked away from me. I said back then his parents were getting a divorce, they did, we found ourselves an apartment and moved in together and have lived here ever since. At the time I was upset about using behind his back. He knows I'm using now, but since for most of the time I've been fairly functional, he's managed to cope with it. He still hates it and wish's I didn't use at all, but he knows he can't make me stop and we both still love each other after these years and still want to be together.
A while before I made my first post I had managed to get some clean time up following my suicide attempt. But by the time I made that post, I was starting to use opiates again, I had been a heroin user which I had hidden from my mother for a long time, she knew something was wrong, she just didn't suspect it was as bad as it was. After I was put in hospital I got clean, but the temptation, thinking about drugs, every day, it just doesn't go away.
Am I an addict? I have called myself one before, and looking at it on paper, it's hard to consider for a moment that it's even a question up for debate, but still to this day I can't feel with confidence that I am.
Every time I feel sad, or scared, or think about the emotional pain I've had to suffer all my life, I want to get high, I just want to feel good.
I've smoked weed, I've used speed, I've smoked for years, I drink. Apart from smoking though, all of those I can stop, and not think about. I can use from time to time and not have a problem. Even smoking, the only other vice that's close, I managed to quit for months, and if it weren't for a huge unlucky set back I think I might have made it into the long term, I think I can quit that. I had reached the point of rarely thinking about cigarettes until someone had to go and make it her mission to hurt me. But I believe I can do it again.
But opioids... I just can't imagine never using them again. They're like a trusted friend that has always been there for you. Sure they've hurt you before, they're high maintenance, and some people in your life don't approve of the company you keep, but they just don't understand them. How how much you've been through together. How they were there to help me when noone else was.
I've made so many mistakes, I can't begin to imagine how much money I have spent on drugs over the years, it has to be a lot of digits. I asked if I was really an addict. I have thought about drugs every day for what feels like forever. Apart from a few stretches being clean, I have used virtually every day for years at a time. Thinking every day about how I'm going to pay for my next dose, racked up enormous debt that I have a lot of trouble paying off to pay for my drugs. For the first time recently I seriously contemplated cheating on the love of my life when I've been offered drugs in exchange for sex. I didn't do it, but it still seems laughable as I write it down to suggest I'm not just another junkie like so many others I know.
But still, just like I said years ago, I don't really want to quit. Even when my tolerance reaches a point where I'm more offsetting withdrawal rather than getting high, I still prefer that over true sobriety. I know what some would say, that perhaps I just haven't had enough pain resulting from my addiction to make me stop. I haven't gone to prison yet, or lost everything. I don't want that to happen, but what would I do if I were sober either? How long would I have to be clean before I wouldn't think about it all the time. And worse than that, would I ever be able to feel happy again? I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't be happy without drugs. I've had therapy before, psychiatrists, psychologists, but I don't think they can fix me. They can't undo the life I've had or make me someone else. And they can't make me forget all the pain that drugs let me forget.
There are so many competing things I want, I want my relationship to last, I don't want to quit drugs, I want to some day have a future where I don't feel the need to be high to survive. And I don't want drugs to ruin my life more so than they already have. While not wanting to live with how I feel without them. I can't have it all.
Who else here has been in a similar situation? How does it turn out in the long run?
As I said 2 years and 4 months ago, I don't even know why I wrote all this, guess it just feels good to write it down. As totally self-pitying as it probably sounds.

