I guess this can be summarized like so... I know how to battle my drug addiction, but how the fuck can I overcome my obsession with the needle?
By some an odd mistake it was somehow brought to my mind that it's been almost a year since I coughed up my soul in the parking lot of a gas station in Roswell, NM after being given an injection containing almost half a gram of what's known throughout eastern new mexico as "alien shit". a very high quality meth, and through a bizarre series of events i wound up in the home of it's source being treated as a friend of the family.
I left Roswell the next day with three grams of alien shit and my first needles. I have been a slave to intravenous meth ever since.
I've spent four months of the last year in jail, one month on the run, two months doing well, followed by however long it's been since i relapsed.
Even in my periods of sobriety, the needle is a mental obsession way beyond anything I've ever experienced.
I've spent many restless nights visualizing a cloud of blood and a plunger and all of that good stuff.
At some point I was resigned to dying young, and began treating every shot like I was trying to die.
Half a gram, .6, .7, .8 at a time. hitting the floor. ejaculating in my pants, going blind.
I've been excercising more control lately, but my veins are getting worn out, and i'm starting to lose more and more weight, and nothing else in life seems worthwhile. the only thing keeping me from ending it is the thought of my next shot. if i'm dead i can't shoot up.
Before I began shooting, I had spent almost a year in treatment. I cannot do A.A.
I've tried almost everything in earnest, to no avail.
I'm convinced nothing short of a burning bush can save me.
I'm baffled. How can an RoA cause such a dramatic difference in the magnitude of my addiction?
I know how to treat my problem with drugs, but how do people beat the all powerful hypodermic needle?
By some an odd mistake it was somehow brought to my mind that it's been almost a year since I coughed up my soul in the parking lot of a gas station in Roswell, NM after being given an injection containing almost half a gram of what's known throughout eastern new mexico as "alien shit". a very high quality meth, and through a bizarre series of events i wound up in the home of it's source being treated as a friend of the family.
I left Roswell the next day with three grams of alien shit and my first needles. I have been a slave to intravenous meth ever since.
I've spent four months of the last year in jail, one month on the run, two months doing well, followed by however long it's been since i relapsed.
Even in my periods of sobriety, the needle is a mental obsession way beyond anything I've ever experienced.
I've spent many restless nights visualizing a cloud of blood and a plunger and all of that good stuff.
At some point I was resigned to dying young, and began treating every shot like I was trying to die.
Half a gram, .6, .7, .8 at a time. hitting the floor. ejaculating in my pants, going blind.
I've been excercising more control lately, but my veins are getting worn out, and i'm starting to lose more and more weight, and nothing else in life seems worthwhile. the only thing keeping me from ending it is the thought of my next shot. if i'm dead i can't shoot up.
Before I began shooting, I had spent almost a year in treatment. I cannot do A.A.
I've tried almost everything in earnest, to no avail.
I'm convinced nothing short of a burning bush can save me.
I'm baffled. How can an RoA cause such a dramatic difference in the magnitude of my addiction?
I know how to treat my problem with drugs, but how do people beat the all powerful hypodermic needle?
