Hello bluelighters,
It's been a while since I've posted but I felt compelled to reach out for support. 9 months ago I came here to ask about breaking free from methadone and addiction in general. I had hit rock bottom and was living in homeless shelters, in my car, and at my mothers house. I was recreationally using meth, prescribed benzos, and going to a methadone clinic.
Long story short I was miserable and felt defeated at 29. I could not get a job or see any hope for the future. My only hope was getting clean again. I've spent the last few years in and out of the program of AA, been to a couple rehabs, but would get 3-7 months and go back to resume my 12 year long career of drugs and alcohol. Opiates and alcohol are my drugs of choice.
Okay, enough backstory, here is what has happened these last 9 months. I went to treatment for 2 months, detoxed off methadone and all drugs. Finished treatment and moved into a mens sober living house where I lived for the last 9 months. Sharing a room in a house packed with dudes, many of them whom didn't make it and ended up rellapsing. There was little to no privacy, but I made some friendships and had good support. I've attended meetings in Narcotics Anonymous off and on and got a sponsor and started working my steps. I met the girl of my dreams (looks wise) in the rooms and our relationship was short lived and she immediately got with another guy in the rooms who I know. I blame myself for her leaving, and felt like I fell off a major pink cloud. The pain of that has subsided 2 months later but it was extremely difficult as I was so naive and thought I loved her. I thought she was "the one." Now I am very cynical towards women and love in general and don't think I'll ever get married or find "the one." I can't afford a relationship or a wife. I have a friends with benefits thing going with a girl and it seems to keep me happy and getting laid at least on occasion. It's better then nothing. Still I did not use despite the immense pain of loosing the girl I tried to give my all too and really be myself with.
I found a full-time job I like in recovery making more money then I ever had before, even though it still doesn't feel like enough. I moved out of sober living about a month ago and now rent my own room in a house with a nice bed, bought a new flatscreen tv, bought a keyboard, bought a nice vape. I've received a lot of blessings from staying clean that aren't materialistic also, I'm gaining my families trust back, I have true friendships, I go to the gym frequently and am in good shape, I'm healthy, I have my car back.
So despite this, why do I still think about drinking? Why am I never satisfied? Honestly the only thing I ever look forward too anymore is sex. It's like all I have left. Life just isn't that fun anymore and I'm bitter. I feel like life is overrated and a boring grind. I miss the chaos and euphoria of heroin. I miss playing video games and drinking cheap malt liquor and beer during the day. I find that people exhaust me, and since I am naturally introverted, it's like I have to deny myself the company of drugs/alcohol which use to be my lover, my best friend.
I haven't had a mind altering narcotic in 289 days, and yet still feel like a loser. I'm 30 now, and frankly I'm not excited for the future, I loathe a lot of my past, and I'm not to thrilled about the present either. I use to party, I use to alter my mind with any kind of drug I can get my hands on, I use to have a crutch. Now all I have is God, other recovering addicts, family, etc. And it's all work, everything is burdensome: relationships, finances, going to church, going to the gym, etc. A lot of the time I just sleep to pass the time and also because nothing is that fun anymore. The universe shows me no favor just because I turned my life around. Things change all the time and life doesn't go my way a lot of the time. I feel lonely and envious of what others have. My gratitude has slipped away. I find myself wishing an astroid would just crash into the planet and wipe us all out. I wouldn't care. I feel like life is overrated and part of me is envious of people still in active addiction, especially young people.
I am waiting to hear back from medi-cal to try and get back on Wellbutrin. It's helped in the past but I don't have health insurance right now. So I guess the point of this thread is me asking you guys to help remind me why I should keep moving forward when it's mostly work with little satisfaction sprinkled in here and there. I basically was forced to grow up, and it's a real drag. I still had responsibilities and worries when I was still self-medicating but at least there were some moments of escaping reality. Now I can't take a vacation from reality/life and everyday I have worries/stress/anxiety that come with living life on lifes terms. I also have more peace, money, and freedom. But happiness? Joy? Not really.
I can't go back, it would crush my family because they spent a lot of money to get me into treatment and they are all rooting for me. I feel like if I went back out God would let me OD or I would get a 3rd DUI and do jail time. Everytime I rellapse things get worse. I just wish I enjoyed being sober more. The novelty wore off a long time ago. I hate being an alcoholic/addict, it fucking blows. Thanks for listening.
It's been a while since I've posted but I felt compelled to reach out for support. 9 months ago I came here to ask about breaking free from methadone and addiction in general. I had hit rock bottom and was living in homeless shelters, in my car, and at my mothers house. I was recreationally using meth, prescribed benzos, and going to a methadone clinic.
Long story short I was miserable and felt defeated at 29. I could not get a job or see any hope for the future. My only hope was getting clean again. I've spent the last few years in and out of the program of AA, been to a couple rehabs, but would get 3-7 months and go back to resume my 12 year long career of drugs and alcohol. Opiates and alcohol are my drugs of choice.
Okay, enough backstory, here is what has happened these last 9 months. I went to treatment for 2 months, detoxed off methadone and all drugs. Finished treatment and moved into a mens sober living house where I lived for the last 9 months. Sharing a room in a house packed with dudes, many of them whom didn't make it and ended up rellapsing. There was little to no privacy, but I made some friendships and had good support. I've attended meetings in Narcotics Anonymous off and on and got a sponsor and started working my steps. I met the girl of my dreams (looks wise) in the rooms and our relationship was short lived and she immediately got with another guy in the rooms who I know. I blame myself for her leaving, and felt like I fell off a major pink cloud. The pain of that has subsided 2 months later but it was extremely difficult as I was so naive and thought I loved her. I thought she was "the one." Now I am very cynical towards women and love in general and don't think I'll ever get married or find "the one." I can't afford a relationship or a wife. I have a friends with benefits thing going with a girl and it seems to keep me happy and getting laid at least on occasion. It's better then nothing. Still I did not use despite the immense pain of loosing the girl I tried to give my all too and really be myself with.
I found a full-time job I like in recovery making more money then I ever had before, even though it still doesn't feel like enough. I moved out of sober living about a month ago and now rent my own room in a house with a nice bed, bought a new flatscreen tv, bought a keyboard, bought a nice vape. I've received a lot of blessings from staying clean that aren't materialistic also, I'm gaining my families trust back, I have true friendships, I go to the gym frequently and am in good shape, I'm healthy, I have my car back.
So despite this, why do I still think about drinking? Why am I never satisfied? Honestly the only thing I ever look forward too anymore is sex. It's like all I have left. Life just isn't that fun anymore and I'm bitter. I feel like life is overrated and a boring grind. I miss the chaos and euphoria of heroin. I miss playing video games and drinking cheap malt liquor and beer during the day. I find that people exhaust me, and since I am naturally introverted, it's like I have to deny myself the company of drugs/alcohol which use to be my lover, my best friend.
I haven't had a mind altering narcotic in 289 days, and yet still feel like a loser. I'm 30 now, and frankly I'm not excited for the future, I loathe a lot of my past, and I'm not to thrilled about the present either. I use to party, I use to alter my mind with any kind of drug I can get my hands on, I use to have a crutch. Now all I have is God, other recovering addicts, family, etc. And it's all work, everything is burdensome: relationships, finances, going to church, going to the gym, etc. A lot of the time I just sleep to pass the time and also because nothing is that fun anymore. The universe shows me no favor just because I turned my life around. Things change all the time and life doesn't go my way a lot of the time. I feel lonely and envious of what others have. My gratitude has slipped away. I find myself wishing an astroid would just crash into the planet and wipe us all out. I wouldn't care. I feel like life is overrated and part of me is envious of people still in active addiction, especially young people.
I am waiting to hear back from medi-cal to try and get back on Wellbutrin. It's helped in the past but I don't have health insurance right now. So I guess the point of this thread is me asking you guys to help remind me why I should keep moving forward when it's mostly work with little satisfaction sprinkled in here and there. I basically was forced to grow up, and it's a real drag. I still had responsibilities and worries when I was still self-medicating but at least there were some moments of escaping reality. Now I can't take a vacation from reality/life and everyday I have worries/stress/anxiety that come with living life on lifes terms. I also have more peace, money, and freedom. But happiness? Joy? Not really.
I can't go back, it would crush my family because they spent a lot of money to get me into treatment and they are all rooting for me. I feel like if I went back out God would let me OD or I would get a 3rd DUI and do jail time. Everytime I rellapse things get worse. I just wish I enjoyed being sober more. The novelty wore off a long time ago. I hate being an alcoholic/addict, it fucking blows. Thanks for listening.
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