TenaciousOne00
Greenlighter
- Joined
- May 24, 2020
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I had 27 months off my drug of choice (meth) as of early October 2024. Then life decided to pile on — a bad breakup right in the middle of some already heavy stuff. About a week later, I relapsed and have been on and off since… if I’m being honest, mostly on.
I’ve been admitted to psych hospitals four times since then for serious suicide attempts, so you’ll never hear me say I don’t have a problem. I’m very aware of it.
Right now, I’ve been using again for almost two weeks after a little over a month clean. I’m back to living the double life — working, functioning, doing the whole “looks fine from the outside” thing. For now. I don’t currently have the desire to stop again, and that’s something I sit with daily. My brain loves to tell me I’m not good enough, that I’m a failure because of mistakes I’ve made and people I’ve hurt. It’s loud in there.
I’m kind of a walking contradiction. I have a huge heart, genuinely love helping others, and try really hard to stay positive. At the same time, I battle my own demons — mostly alone. My family and friends have seen this cycle for years: rehabs, hospitals, ups, downs. I’m tired of me… and yeah, they probably are too.
But I’m still here. I’m holding on. And for now, I’ve made it through another day — which counts for something.
I’ve been admitted to psych hospitals four times since then for serious suicide attempts, so you’ll never hear me say I don’t have a problem. I’m very aware of it.
Right now, I’ve been using again for almost two weeks after a little over a month clean. I’m back to living the double life — working, functioning, doing the whole “looks fine from the outside” thing. For now. I don’t currently have the desire to stop again, and that’s something I sit with daily. My brain loves to tell me I’m not good enough, that I’m a failure because of mistakes I’ve made and people I’ve hurt. It’s loud in there.
I’m kind of a walking contradiction. I have a huge heart, genuinely love helping others, and try really hard to stay positive. At the same time, I battle my own demons — mostly alone. My family and friends have seen this cycle for years: rehabs, hospitals, ups, downs. I’m tired of me… and yeah, they probably are too.
But I’m still here. I’m holding on. And for now, I’ve made it through another day — which counts for something.
