i don't think i'm more resistant to relapse, i think i put in a fuckton of work.
and also things got so bad for me using that my life was better by life week 3 of rehab, as soon as i laughed for the first time (my dopamine system was fucked so i was a joyless individual) so i was motivated to stay clean when i got out.
i'd lost my job and was gonna lose my home if i didn't go to rehab when i did. i'd been rinsing my parents for money to pay my bills for months, which tbh i didn't care about cos i thought they somehow owed it to me. i was prostituting myself to fund my habit, and i was prepared to do whatever would get me the most money which eventually got degrading and humiliating. the only things i said no to were fucking a dog and eating my own shit. i went through a phase of charging an extra £30 for men to fuck me without a condom cos £30 was 4 items and that's all i cared about. i was manipulating every single person unfortunate enough to care about me to lend me money.
my crack psychosis was getting progressively worse and i thought people in the street were yelling they were gonna kill me. i ran everywhere as fast as i could cos i thought people were chasing me. i lost my shit waiting to score cos i was seeing people watching me. and all the while i was so fucking bored. smoke crack, shoot heroin, sell my body, score, steal food occasionally, on repeat. i would not sleep most nights so time stopped making sense, then eventually i'd fall asleep for days at a time and wake up rattling my back off.
in the week before my parents forced me into rehab i was doing mad speedballs, each time i would tell whoever was cooking them up for me to put more in. eventually a guy gave me a shot and thought i'd overdosed (i thought i was too before i went under). instead of phoning an ambulance he called up his mate to moan about how he wouldn't get to shag me now. i guess i should be grateful he didn't try to while he thought i was dying.
in a way i'm grateful i got addicted to crack cos i'm not sure with heroin my life would ever have got bad enough for recovery to mean so much to me. i was addicted to dark for 6 years and was progressing my career etc just fine, just increased my habit each time i got a payrise. sure it was shit and i hated myself for it, and i tried to quit like a billion times, but it didn't take away every shred of humanity and leave me like a caged animal in the way crack did. i'm not diminishing either your addiction or heroin addiction in general, they are all hell, but each drug has its own 'flavour' of addiction, and somehow my personality is such that i could keep myself functioning on dark but not on light.
so, in a way i think if you haven't got into such a bad way you probably have it harder. but the principles of recovery are the same. work out why you're using, go to meetings, attend therapy, exercise, meditate, read about addiction, fill your time, hang out with people in recovery, journal, get every bit of help you can and take every single advice from people who's recovery you respect. if you do that in a couple of years you'll be able to think for yourself again lol.
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wanted to also add- heroin was by far the harder of the two for me to give up mentally. i guess it being a much longer habit and having not fucked my life probably made my brain interpret it differently to crack. the vast majority of cravings i've had in recovery were for heroin. on my first lapse i didn't even buy any crack. i was fucking heartbroken when heroin didn't do what i wanted it to, honestly miserable and teary for days. when i got the same result out of every bag, even ones from different people that i knew by the way the powder was was decent, on both my lapses i had to accept that somehow heroin is over for me. it still makes me sad but i guess in a way i hope it'll fuck with my head less, but it was a massive headfuck for 2 years.