So, I haven't had a shot of morphine for 9 days. I hate the fact that withdrawal isn't linear, last night i couldn't fucking sleep. Laying in my bed last night I started to think about all the people I've fucked over during the past 5 years for more drugs. I started to remember each and everyone, I've stolen from close relatives, friends, my brother, my dad, fucked up a pretty neat relationship, etc. everything for one more god damn dose of morphine. I realized after a while that I've got nobody fucking left, n0000000t a single fucking person with the exception of my dad...and he just stays by my side cause he's "my dad", my only brother who lives with me hasn't spoken to me in 3 months. This path I've chosen is torture, I'ts either Sky fucking highs or Crushing Depressive Suicidal Lows. There's no inbetween. Here I am almost 26 years old, no profession, no job,no money, no gf, no friends, my family despises me. I'm scared because these kind of thoughts always make me go back to the shit, It's an endless cycle....I'm stuck here, don't know what to do :/ Any advices? I'm taking one day at a time atm but feel hopeless.