motherofearth
Bluelighter
Hello to all here at TDS,
Some of you may have some recollection when I first began posting here last March. I'd just resolved to apply myself fully in quitting all my hard drug and intravenous use. I posted the story of my use in the Heroin/Opiate megathread and received help from several bluelighters in how I should go about this endeavor (whether to tell my family, rehab, suboxone etc). I ended up divulging all the ugly details to my family (something I thought I'd never do), and I realized I really could not do it on my own. Along the way, I acknowledged my alcoholism as well, initially planning to at least take 3-6 months away from drinking. At the time I was too overwhelmed to consider never drinking again. Relatively early in my inpatient stay I came to decide to not drink again in my life. What's more, I labored to bend myself to AA/NA, as I felt I was desperate enough to try just about anything, plus I thought myself intelligent enough to rationalize my way around the hang-ups I'd always had w/ the program.
My experience in rehab was very positive. To this day I am still in touch w/ friends I made there, and it helped to have a cataclysmic move as a benchmark for the change I hoped to affect in my life. I spent three weeks in treatment and two weeks after I was discharged I went on a four day long violent drinking binge. In short, I was overwhelmed by the level of immersion I'd implemented concerning recovery. I think I bit off more than I could chew regarding 12 Step, and I was dramatically upset w/ myself for plying myself to contour each tenet of the program. I felt I'd betrayed myself and lashed out accordingly. I then entered treatment at the same facility again for three weeks.
After this rodeo, I agreed against my preferences to enter a sober living. I lasted 3 weeks there before I was evicted for drinking while on leave for a family trip. I could have lied and not been asked to leave, kept my rent and security deposit, and so on, but I felt it would undermine everything I'd worked for. In the end I still had my honesty - at the price of $1300, give or take. I'd do it the same today.
Enough background. I'mma try to get to the point. Each time I drank, afterward, I'd tell myself, my friends, and my group I was disappointed in myself, but glad I'd not done hard drugs, as I'd probably not have another recovery in me, as they say. I was sure for over 100 days I'd not monkey around w/ the stuff ever again. There's so much blinding pain I associate w/ that kind of life, it is emotionally pulverizing. Yet in early September I found myself taking morphine again. I didn't even rationalize it, and if I did I can't remember it. I merely put myself around it and let the biology or mechanisms run their course. After chipping w/ morphine for less than a month the imminent day I shoulda feared came to pass where I'd no access to the shit. History doesn't repeat itself; it does often rhyme, however, and I ended up w/ a bag of gear. I chipped for a month, and then I had a habit for close to two months after it. I even allowed myself speedballs on several occasions, by far the most dangerous thing for me, as my heroin use always reaches a pitch, and my old cocaine addiction is easily revamped w/ nominal use.
By December I got myself off heroin and didn't use it again until early January. Truly though, I was using morphine in lieu of skag mostly. I didn't get a habit again after that use b/c I stopped after a few days. Although my morphine use of 200-300 mgs (extended release) every other day persists. Frighteningly, I don't know if I'm physically dependent on the ms contins b/c of the ER and long half life. And to compound the problem, I've used heroin again today.
I wanted to use morphine once a month at most still. Now I'm telling myself I can go back to trying that in mid-June after I've been sober for six months.
^This. I know this is laughably negligent. I'm embarrassed to even come forward here w/ this absurdity. I've demonstrated I'm in the 10% of people not able to ever be light hearted w/ any substance. I guess MoE needs people here to spell it out for him, ha ha. Plus, I'd like to hear any feedback about people who've been in (or are in) a similar situation. What words can you share about finally letting go? Anything I can tack in my head for inspiration or to usher in some reason and sensibility, b/c I'm of a serious deficit for both.
Thanks, hugs & kisses, and
to y'all.
Some of you may have some recollection when I first began posting here last March. I'd just resolved to apply myself fully in quitting all my hard drug and intravenous use. I posted the story of my use in the Heroin/Opiate megathread and received help from several bluelighters in how I should go about this endeavor (whether to tell my family, rehab, suboxone etc). I ended up divulging all the ugly details to my family (something I thought I'd never do), and I realized I really could not do it on my own. Along the way, I acknowledged my alcoholism as well, initially planning to at least take 3-6 months away from drinking. At the time I was too overwhelmed to consider never drinking again. Relatively early in my inpatient stay I came to decide to not drink again in my life. What's more, I labored to bend myself to AA/NA, as I felt I was desperate enough to try just about anything, plus I thought myself intelligent enough to rationalize my way around the hang-ups I'd always had w/ the program.
My experience in rehab was very positive. To this day I am still in touch w/ friends I made there, and it helped to have a cataclysmic move as a benchmark for the change I hoped to affect in my life. I spent three weeks in treatment and two weeks after I was discharged I went on a four day long violent drinking binge. In short, I was overwhelmed by the level of immersion I'd implemented concerning recovery. I think I bit off more than I could chew regarding 12 Step, and I was dramatically upset w/ myself for plying myself to contour each tenet of the program. I felt I'd betrayed myself and lashed out accordingly. I then entered treatment at the same facility again for three weeks.
After this rodeo, I agreed against my preferences to enter a sober living. I lasted 3 weeks there before I was evicted for drinking while on leave for a family trip. I could have lied and not been asked to leave, kept my rent and security deposit, and so on, but I felt it would undermine everything I'd worked for. In the end I still had my honesty - at the price of $1300, give or take. I'd do it the same today.
Enough background. I'mma try to get to the point. Each time I drank, afterward, I'd tell myself, my friends, and my group I was disappointed in myself, but glad I'd not done hard drugs, as I'd probably not have another recovery in me, as they say. I was sure for over 100 days I'd not monkey around w/ the stuff ever again. There's so much blinding pain I associate w/ that kind of life, it is emotionally pulverizing. Yet in early September I found myself taking morphine again. I didn't even rationalize it, and if I did I can't remember it. I merely put myself around it and let the biology or mechanisms run their course. After chipping w/ morphine for less than a month the imminent day I shoulda feared came to pass where I'd no access to the shit. History doesn't repeat itself; it does often rhyme, however, and I ended up w/ a bag of gear. I chipped for a month, and then I had a habit for close to two months after it. I even allowed myself speedballs on several occasions, by far the most dangerous thing for me, as my heroin use always reaches a pitch, and my old cocaine addiction is easily revamped w/ nominal use.
By December I got myself off heroin and didn't use it again until early January. Truly though, I was using morphine in lieu of skag mostly. I didn't get a habit again after that use b/c I stopped after a few days. Although my morphine use of 200-300 mgs (extended release) every other day persists. Frighteningly, I don't know if I'm physically dependent on the ms contins b/c of the ER and long half life. And to compound the problem, I've used heroin again today.
I wanted to use morphine once a month at most still. Now I'm telling myself I can go back to trying that in mid-June after I've been sober for six months.
^This. I know this is laughably negligent. I'm embarrassed to even come forward here w/ this absurdity. I've demonstrated I'm in the 10% of people not able to ever be light hearted w/ any substance. I guess MoE needs people here to spell it out for him, ha ha. Plus, I'd like to hear any feedback about people who've been in (or are in) a similar situation. What words can you share about finally letting go? Anything I can tack in my head for inspiration or to usher in some reason and sensibility, b/c I'm of a serious deficit for both.
Thanks, hugs & kisses, and
to y'all.
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(While I'm no coward, and I've been accused of many things in my life, brave has never been one of them).
I know you've tried a lot of ways to quit, and nothing's took. Plus, you have external circumstances (a living situation) bearing down on you. Would your roommates still give you the boot if you tested positive for methadone? If I were in their situation it would be dicey, and if they know anything about the 'done I could see them tripping on you. Isn't it your uncle's place, or something like that?