JessFR
Bluelight Crew
Sigh, so maybe this thread would make more sense as a blog post, cause it's probably more for the sake of my own sanity that I'm writing it.
Anyone here ever feel like their old life is sort of, calling out to you? For lack of a better word.
It's a sense I've had for a very long time and it comes and goes in severity. It's not simply cravings. Because it's not just feeling attracted to the drugs, but the whole ritual. Being around other addicts, getting the drugs, mixing up shooting, sitting around enjoying the high. Rinse repeat.
I've heard it sometimes described by some people that it was like heroin found them rather than that they found heroin. And I can heavily related to that.
It's so fucking stupid. My heroin habit totally destroyed my life. Yes there were good times, but there were a LOT of bad times. It seems idiotic to me that I'd want to go back to it. And it's not like I'm under any delusions that I can use heroin and not wind up in exactly the same situation that was so intolerable that I finally quit.
But I can't help it. I can't lie about it. I miss it. I miss it a lot. I miss the drug, I miss the ritual. I don't miss being sick nearly every day. I don't miss having my loved ones yell at me and be so disappointed in me. But it's like my brain amplifies the good parts and suppresses the bad parts to try and encourage me to go back to using.
I don't think I'm at risk of relapsing imminently. But after 2 years feeling like this to greater and lesser extents. It makes me feel very much like relapse is an inevitability. That I won't make it in the long run.
Anyone able to relate?
Anyone here ever feel like their old life is sort of, calling out to you? For lack of a better word.
It's a sense I've had for a very long time and it comes and goes in severity. It's not simply cravings. Because it's not just feeling attracted to the drugs, but the whole ritual. Being around other addicts, getting the drugs, mixing up shooting, sitting around enjoying the high. Rinse repeat.
I've heard it sometimes described by some people that it was like heroin found them rather than that they found heroin. And I can heavily related to that.
It's so fucking stupid. My heroin habit totally destroyed my life. Yes there were good times, but there were a LOT of bad times. It seems idiotic to me that I'd want to go back to it. And it's not like I'm under any delusions that I can use heroin and not wind up in exactly the same situation that was so intolerable that I finally quit.
But I can't help it. I can't lie about it. I miss it. I miss it a lot. I miss the drug, I miss the ritual. I don't miss being sick nearly every day. I don't miss having my loved ones yell at me and be so disappointed in me. But it's like my brain amplifies the good parts and suppresses the bad parts to try and encourage me to go back to using.
I don't think I'm at risk of relapsing imminently. But after 2 years feeling like this to greater and lesser extents. It makes me feel very much like relapse is an inevitability. That I won't make it in the long run.
Anyone able to relate?