Ninevah
Bluelighter
So, things got so fucking bad that I signed myself into rehab. This wasn't like the fancy Palm Springs rehabs you see on tv. This was a government funded rehab where the Department of Corrections sends it's inmates when the jails are too full. Out of 100 people there only 5 were there by choice. I was one of the 5. It was a very structured place. I spent 25 days in a room full of other newcomers, and having to wear scrubs and be escorted everywhere I went in the building by staff. No phone calls. No visits. No mail. We did classes and meetings all day long. I'm rambling now, but I'm just trying to get the point across that I hit the motherfucking bottom and realized that anything had to be better than where I was at. Even this place.
It sucked, but I stuck with it by continuing to breath and moving forward. Sometimes it was all I could do to just keep breathing. I made it 6 months there clean, and decided to come home. I have 3 kids at home, and I love them so much. A couple weeks after coming home I wanted to do something just to feel different, because it had been so long since I had felt anything but uncomfortable (I didn't ever seem to feel normal when clean). I started taking a suboxone here and there (4mgs most of the time). For the past couple of months I've taken them about every 5 or 6 days. It fucking kills me after all that I put myself through that I'm letting myself slide right back into the hell I worked so hard to get myself out of. WHY?! Why do I want them so fucking bad that I can't stand it? It's like I've been walking around mad at the world wanting something (anything) to ease my mind and give me comfort. Completely feigned out. I don't understand it. I see myself doing this and I can't stop even though I don't want to fucking do it.
My legs are aching like a motherfucker tonight, and it's been 5 days since I last did a suboxone. I don't know if it's all in my head or if I'm really physically addicted to them again. I know that I am mentally and should have never touched another one as long as I live, but I did, and now I just feel like I'm screwed. I went from feeling somewhat okay when I left rehab to having to fight tooth and nail to not get high every day only 3 months later.
Why can't I just feel good when I'm clean? Why can't I feel like other people? I see other clean addicts having fun and having friends, and I just walk around avoiding everyone and being miserable. I have been to meetings and would love to hang out with the people there, but I can't hardly bring myself to look them in the eye.
I feel absolutely fucking crazy, and I'm so sorry for wasting your time. I've been a member here since 2003, and I always know I can come back to BL when I can't go to anyone else.
Thank you.
It sucked, but I stuck with it by continuing to breath and moving forward. Sometimes it was all I could do to just keep breathing. I made it 6 months there clean, and decided to come home. I have 3 kids at home, and I love them so much. A couple weeks after coming home I wanted to do something just to feel different, because it had been so long since I had felt anything but uncomfortable (I didn't ever seem to feel normal when clean). I started taking a suboxone here and there (4mgs most of the time). For the past couple of months I've taken them about every 5 or 6 days. It fucking kills me after all that I put myself through that I'm letting myself slide right back into the hell I worked so hard to get myself out of. WHY?! Why do I want them so fucking bad that I can't stand it? It's like I've been walking around mad at the world wanting something (anything) to ease my mind and give me comfort. Completely feigned out. I don't understand it. I see myself doing this and I can't stop even though I don't want to fucking do it.
My legs are aching like a motherfucker tonight, and it's been 5 days since I last did a suboxone. I don't know if it's all in my head or if I'm really physically addicted to them again. I know that I am mentally and should have never touched another one as long as I live, but I did, and now I just feel like I'm screwed. I went from feeling somewhat okay when I left rehab to having to fight tooth and nail to not get high every day only 3 months later.
Why can't I just feel good when I'm clean? Why can't I feel like other people? I see other clean addicts having fun and having friends, and I just walk around avoiding everyone and being miserable. I have been to meetings and would love to hang out with the people there, but I can't hardly bring myself to look them in the eye.
I feel absolutely fucking crazy, and I'm so sorry for wasting your time. I've been a member here since 2003, and I always know I can come back to BL when I can't go to anyone else.
Thank you.
