Hi guys, this is my first post/thread in TDS and i think its long overdue.
7 days ago i was admitted to a rehabilitation centre here in Melbourne with my will and the will of my parents.
It's apparently the only one in Australia thats modelled after the Hazelden one's that were started in the states (Minnesota)
It's based on the 12 step program you see at AA and NA meetings, and there is a focus on god or a higher power of one's choice..... thats the client/addicts choice if he/she doesn't believe in god.
Well the program goes for 28 days and has many other aspects as well as the 12 steps its based on.... like Yoga, public speaking such as 'life story' barriers and assets that are chosen by the patients to describe other patients and reflection etc...
Obviously i busted.... not only did i feel like a stranger and that i didn't belong there, i felt pretty much evry fucking emotion possible, good and bad during my 6 days there. I also walked to spite myself. I've hated myself for a long time and it felt like it was amplified times 100. some hours i'd feel content and other hours i'd be crying inside.... not from WD.... i did a fair bit of that before i went in... down to 10mg oxycodone in the morning and 400mg of tramadol throughout the rest of the afternoon/night and also half a gram of cannabis daily....
there was hardly any WD symptoms as i was allowed 200mg of tram and 40mg of valium(which was reduced 10mg a day until 0mg)
The moment i left i went straight to the street and stuck a needle in my arm. I have to say that i couldn't give a shit if i died there and then. I might as well be dead because I can't handle the guilt of it.... not 'just for today' but for the last 10 years.
I'm 27 and i'm back living at home with my parents in a bungalow which is separate to the house, and it is my 4 walls, it is my comfort zone and i have everything i need right here except happiness, which is all i've ever truly wanted.
I went to rehab and my parents went to europe. the impression i got was that if i didn't do this then i would be out on the street with no money, no job. I wanted to go, don't get me wrong, i've accepted that my addictions are a disease and i thought that maybe i could feel happiness if i overcome them.
I had only ever been to 1 NA meeting prior to this rehab and it was all new to me. I wanted to be there and some days i felt glad to be there, but the constant shifts in my mood were so extreme that i felt overwhelmed by it all and in turn i was emotionally fucked, although on the outside i appeared normal and productive.
It was a spontaneous decision to leave, I wasn't thinking about getting on, i just did that to spite myself, no one could change my mind, some people respected my decision while others said that i would regret running. The funny thing is that i had made at least some sort of connection with everyone there and really connected strongly with a few people. there was this 22 year old gorgeous girl there that i instantly connected with on so many levels and although we could have been vulnerable on the outside together, we were defiantly heading for genuine friendship and perhaps more... but it wasn't to be. I left without saying goodbye to anyone.... shamefully spiting myself as i love to do so so fucking much.
the amount of guilt i'm feeling right now is indescribable.... i almost feel like an honourable 18th century Japanese dude that commits suicide because of the shame of it.
One of the counsellors there told his story of addiction and recovery. made my story pale in comparison. he had been in and out of jail and rehabs alike. close to death a number of times, and now he works there and he's 9n half years sober..... out of the 24 patients there during my brief stay, only 3 or 4 were on their first rehab and everyone there had been fairly familiar with NA/AA where's i felt a bit lost.
I really don't know why i'm writing this... whether its out of guilt, frustration, acceptance, disappointment or resentfulness? not really sure. all i know is that i want a happy life, but it just seems to slip away the more i try.
there were triggers in there. for 15 grand i expected my own fucking room, but instead got to share with 2 other guys, one which was a much older drunk who snored so loud that ear plugs couldn't do shit.... i've been sleeping with music for the last few years due to a mild case of tinnitus. one of the nurses lost my itinerary with my parents travel sim card number and on day 5 when i was allowed to make calls i was calling my younger brother to chase up the number and barely 2 minutes into the conversation the matriarch nurse bitch tells me to get off the phone because there's a compulsory AA vid (bill W) in 5 mins. I acknowledged her and said i'd be 'just a minute' and fuck me..... she interrupts my first phone call again. I exploded on the inside, and felt like telling her to get fucked but i sucked it up and let it slide as i still felt new and out of place. another was on the sunday where everyone had friends and family visit and just watching and hearing the others talk to their parents, play with thier children was difficult for me and i knew i'd have to go the whole time without my family.... just made me feel even more empty, which i didn't think was possible.
there were all sorts of triggers that changed my emotional state and i've already rambled on a lot, but I couldn't tell myself why i ran... maybe i wasn't ready... maybe i'm still that lonely 17 year old boy who just wants a woman to love him? and then one day i find 10 years have got behind me, no one told me when to run, I missed the starting gun
to quote Roger Waters.... i never thought it would ring so true for me.
I've never ventured to TDS and i guess i'm not asking any questions, just telling my story, but i highly doubt my parents will think anything but the simple fact that i don't want to get better, that i enjoy my life. well I'd rather die than to live like this for another 10 years.
who was dragged down by the stone
7 days ago i was admitted to a rehabilitation centre here in Melbourne with my will and the will of my parents.
It's apparently the only one in Australia thats modelled after the Hazelden one's that were started in the states (Minnesota)
It's based on the 12 step program you see at AA and NA meetings, and there is a focus on god or a higher power of one's choice..... thats the client/addicts choice if he/she doesn't believe in god.
Well the program goes for 28 days and has many other aspects as well as the 12 steps its based on.... like Yoga, public speaking such as 'life story' barriers and assets that are chosen by the patients to describe other patients and reflection etc...
Obviously i busted.... not only did i feel like a stranger and that i didn't belong there, i felt pretty much evry fucking emotion possible, good and bad during my 6 days there. I also walked to spite myself. I've hated myself for a long time and it felt like it was amplified times 100. some hours i'd feel content and other hours i'd be crying inside.... not from WD.... i did a fair bit of that before i went in... down to 10mg oxycodone in the morning and 400mg of tramadol throughout the rest of the afternoon/night and also half a gram of cannabis daily....
there was hardly any WD symptoms as i was allowed 200mg of tram and 40mg of valium(which was reduced 10mg a day until 0mg)
The moment i left i went straight to the street and stuck a needle in my arm. I have to say that i couldn't give a shit if i died there and then. I might as well be dead because I can't handle the guilt of it.... not 'just for today' but for the last 10 years.
I'm 27 and i'm back living at home with my parents in a bungalow which is separate to the house, and it is my 4 walls, it is my comfort zone and i have everything i need right here except happiness, which is all i've ever truly wanted.
I went to rehab and my parents went to europe. the impression i got was that if i didn't do this then i would be out on the street with no money, no job. I wanted to go, don't get me wrong, i've accepted that my addictions are a disease and i thought that maybe i could feel happiness if i overcome them.
I had only ever been to 1 NA meeting prior to this rehab and it was all new to me. I wanted to be there and some days i felt glad to be there, but the constant shifts in my mood were so extreme that i felt overwhelmed by it all and in turn i was emotionally fucked, although on the outside i appeared normal and productive.
It was a spontaneous decision to leave, I wasn't thinking about getting on, i just did that to spite myself, no one could change my mind, some people respected my decision while others said that i would regret running. The funny thing is that i had made at least some sort of connection with everyone there and really connected strongly with a few people. there was this 22 year old gorgeous girl there that i instantly connected with on so many levels and although we could have been vulnerable on the outside together, we were defiantly heading for genuine friendship and perhaps more... but it wasn't to be. I left without saying goodbye to anyone.... shamefully spiting myself as i love to do so so fucking much.
the amount of guilt i'm feeling right now is indescribable.... i almost feel like an honourable 18th century Japanese dude that commits suicide because of the shame of it.
One of the counsellors there told his story of addiction and recovery. made my story pale in comparison. he had been in and out of jail and rehabs alike. close to death a number of times, and now he works there and he's 9n half years sober..... out of the 24 patients there during my brief stay, only 3 or 4 were on their first rehab and everyone there had been fairly familiar with NA/AA where's i felt a bit lost.
I really don't know why i'm writing this... whether its out of guilt, frustration, acceptance, disappointment or resentfulness? not really sure. all i know is that i want a happy life, but it just seems to slip away the more i try.
there were triggers in there. for 15 grand i expected my own fucking room, but instead got to share with 2 other guys, one which was a much older drunk who snored so loud that ear plugs couldn't do shit.... i've been sleeping with music for the last few years due to a mild case of tinnitus. one of the nurses lost my itinerary with my parents travel sim card number and on day 5 when i was allowed to make calls i was calling my younger brother to chase up the number and barely 2 minutes into the conversation the matriarch nurse bitch tells me to get off the phone because there's a compulsory AA vid (bill W) in 5 mins. I acknowledged her and said i'd be 'just a minute' and fuck me..... she interrupts my first phone call again. I exploded on the inside, and felt like telling her to get fucked but i sucked it up and let it slide as i still felt new and out of place. another was on the sunday where everyone had friends and family visit and just watching and hearing the others talk to their parents, play with thier children was difficult for me and i knew i'd have to go the whole time without my family.... just made me feel even more empty, which i didn't think was possible.
there were all sorts of triggers that changed my emotional state and i've already rambled on a lot, but I couldn't tell myself why i ran... maybe i wasn't ready... maybe i'm still that lonely 17 year old boy who just wants a woman to love him? and then one day i find 10 years have got behind me, no one told me when to run, I missed the starting gun

I've never ventured to TDS and i guess i'm not asking any questions, just telling my story, but i highly doubt my parents will think anything but the simple fact that i don't want to get better, that i enjoy my life. well I'd rather die than to live like this for another 10 years.
who was dragged down by the stone