captainballs
Bluelighter
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I must say, after seeing a fair-sized montage of different things that make up life, nothing has the potential for complete monopoly over the mind like heroin. It's not like a normal addiction, where you fight the withdrawal symptoms and fight to get clean - not at all. It is closer to true love, which can''t be fought. There's the ups (riding the wave of good fortune, however far and few between and fleeting it may be), the downs (waiting for your guy, being sick and poor and noticing that you've become worthless), and the sex (poking the needle around, trying to work it properly so that you climax).
The few times I have allowed myself to be intoxicated with a person in this same way, it was only through hurting myself that I was able to break off the commitment - as in permanently hurting myself by pretending that the intoxication wasn't as good as I thought during those moments. I never really believed this self-imposed reality; I still have to consciously choose it on a day to day basis. And I watch the same thing happening with me and heroin. I realize I've found something worth dying to live for. I sit here longer than a week clean, and I know this drill already: pretend that it wasn't good. Pretend that you've ever been comfortable in your body at any time. Pretend and lie.
I've seen this happen before. my uncle fought to keep the lie alive and ended up suffering just the same for it. Sent to withdraw in prison a long time ago, he was given years of sobriety. But heroin is not something you just toss aside. It's not a hobby you grow out of when given enough time to do something else. It remains. He left prison and resumed using heroin the same day. I've heard this story told about other people, too. So I sit here, my stomach cramped, my mind racing about being such a mess that I am unemployable sober or buzzing, wondering what the one thing could possibly be that will take the same focus heroin takes and divert it. Something worth living for?
The few times I have allowed myself to be intoxicated with a person in this same way, it was only through hurting myself that I was able to break off the commitment - as in permanently hurting myself by pretending that the intoxication wasn't as good as I thought during those moments. I never really believed this self-imposed reality; I still have to consciously choose it on a day to day basis. And I watch the same thing happening with me and heroin. I realize I've found something worth dying to live for. I sit here longer than a week clean, and I know this drill already: pretend that it wasn't good. Pretend that you've ever been comfortable in your body at any time. Pretend and lie.
I've seen this happen before. my uncle fought to keep the lie alive and ended up suffering just the same for it. Sent to withdraw in prison a long time ago, he was given years of sobriety. But heroin is not something you just toss aside. It's not a hobby you grow out of when given enough time to do something else. It remains. He left prison and resumed using heroin the same day. I've heard this story told about other people, too. So I sit here, my stomach cramped, my mind racing about being such a mess that I am unemployable sober or buzzing, wondering what the one thing could possibly be that will take the same focus heroin takes and divert it. Something worth living for?
