I lost the girl, lost the money, lost my independence & place to live, lost my self-esteem & confidence, lost my ability to drive, lost all my friends, and I gaineda serious disease called "addiction" that wants to kill me and has no cure. The last 3 years of my life have been about sobriety. Working crappy part-time jobs to move out of my parents house, pay off thousands of debt, try AA/NA and admit I had a problem, tried exercising, even got a full-time job as a accounting clerk only to piss it all away again on opiates.
So here I am. Back here. The nightmare repeats itself. I guess I still haven't ruined my life enough to be able to resist drugs. Everyday is a fight to stay positive, a fight to stay sober, and an insane never-ending struggle to live sober. I'm under a lot of pressure and stress trying to finish my last year of college and I can't have a few drinks or pills at the end of the day. I'm left to sulk around and carry this stress around. No sex + no drugs/alcohol + grounded at home w/o ability to drive = very unhappy.
It's so discouraging when life starts to get good and I'm doing good and staying sober and riding the pink cloud. Then I fall off. I couldn't resist the temptation to just take a handful of the alprazolams to the head and konk out. Well there went the sunlight of the spirit, there went my hope that I could beat this disease, and there went my ability to trust myself or ever think that I could control my impulses.
Sad to think I could be working so hard now trying to undo 10 years of self-medication only to loose myself yet again because I can't live without drugs/alcohol. It's gotten ridiculous, I'm still suffering for mistakes I made back in 2009. The last few years have been such a bummer man, it's hard to believe life actually use to be fun. Sad to see the best years of my life gone and all I'm able to do is sit here in my bed in my room alone holding this handful of shit, looking for a diamond (sobriety) in a handful of shit (money problem/stress/lonliness/guilt/depression/addiction/etc.)
So here I am. Back here. The nightmare repeats itself. I guess I still haven't ruined my life enough to be able to resist drugs. Everyday is a fight to stay positive, a fight to stay sober, and an insane never-ending struggle to live sober. I'm under a lot of pressure and stress trying to finish my last year of college and I can't have a few drinks or pills at the end of the day. I'm left to sulk around and carry this stress around. No sex + no drugs/alcohol + grounded at home w/o ability to drive = very unhappy.
It's so discouraging when life starts to get good and I'm doing good and staying sober and riding the pink cloud. Then I fall off. I couldn't resist the temptation to just take a handful of the alprazolams to the head and konk out. Well there went the sunlight of the spirit, there went my hope that I could beat this disease, and there went my ability to trust myself or ever think that I could control my impulses.
Sad to think I could be working so hard now trying to undo 10 years of self-medication only to loose myself yet again because I can't live without drugs/alcohol. It's gotten ridiculous, I'm still suffering for mistakes I made back in 2009. The last few years have been such a bummer man, it's hard to believe life actually use to be fun. Sad to see the best years of my life gone and all I'm able to do is sit here in my bed in my room alone holding this handful of shit, looking for a diamond (sobriety) in a handful of shit (money problem/stress/lonliness/guilt/depression/addiction/etc.)


