laughingdead
Bluelighter
So, I was on an old post of some website.. maybe this one and someone said "heroin will eat your soul." I don't know if I believe in the soul... but if I did I might believe that were true in many ways.
I got back on the stuff this past fall. I felt food because I hadn't used for the stuff for years. I was so totally in control. Half a bag was hitting me and I always said...I'll get my homework done before I do any. I'll only do it at night. Only every other day. Only these days etc. I bought a bun and it lasted me almost two weeks!
After that I bought 3 buns. They lasted me about a month. I felt good and in control with money to spend. Then one day I decided I'd take a break as I was doing a lot. I felt sick to my stomach, restless, nauseous, and all those other terrible things. I chalked it up to a fever. But I started to suspect and I did a line to see. All of the sudden I felt golden... beautiful... perfect and cured. I couldn't believe it... here as this fcking physical addiction coming to bite me in the face. My beautiful heroin was laughing at me.
I got my husband to try it. He liked it but didn't think it was anything special. I came clean about the physiological addiction avoiding mentioning how hopelessly psychological gone I was. I asked him to administer it slowly to me until I could get off of it. He would hide it. But I would go insane and find it consuming way more than I needed to in order to come down and needing to buy more. Suddenly I didn't have money anymore. I had to take money from places I would rather not... cash in things I'd rather not.
Now... I think... I should get off of the shit... but how do I explain it... I KNOW I need to leave it behind. At least for now. I'm only snorting at the moment and I say I won't go back to needles. The thing is... my brain is so mixed up from the stuff... less so than other things you could do... but I am messed up in the head. Each time I buy I say it will be my last. I can't ration. I'm up to about a bun a day even though I always say I'll take less.
What is my point to all this? A big rant... about how messed up my head is. I am a good student and I have standards. I can't make the jump to leave it. I've beaten for the most part the physical part. I can now go days without it.... but it's all I think about. All I think about is ways to find money to get more. My head is empty except when it's buried in a book. My husband resents my addiction. I resent it. I think it's stupid.
I never felt happiness, oneness, wholeness. When I have got it in my possession, I feel semblances of those things. That's my problem. I am supposed to replace the old vice with a new habit. Yet there is nothing that makes me feel whole. I could meditate... I could exercise... I could do so many things and yet I won't ever feel in the loving embrace of the universes grasp like I do with her.
So to everyone who asks... Isn't it just self-control? That addiction stuff is about will power or it's a myth when talking about opiates... I always thought the same. I don't think this post will deter anyone. If anything it might be triggering. I just needed to put it out there. There is still hope for me yet... I can still be redeemed.
I got back on the stuff this past fall. I felt food because I hadn't used for the stuff for years. I was so totally in control. Half a bag was hitting me and I always said...I'll get my homework done before I do any. I'll only do it at night. Only every other day. Only these days etc. I bought a bun and it lasted me almost two weeks!
After that I bought 3 buns. They lasted me about a month. I felt good and in control with money to spend. Then one day I decided I'd take a break as I was doing a lot. I felt sick to my stomach, restless, nauseous, and all those other terrible things. I chalked it up to a fever. But I started to suspect and I did a line to see. All of the sudden I felt golden... beautiful... perfect and cured. I couldn't believe it... here as this fcking physical addiction coming to bite me in the face. My beautiful heroin was laughing at me.
I got my husband to try it. He liked it but didn't think it was anything special. I came clean about the physiological addiction avoiding mentioning how hopelessly psychological gone I was. I asked him to administer it slowly to me until I could get off of it. He would hide it. But I would go insane and find it consuming way more than I needed to in order to come down and needing to buy more. Suddenly I didn't have money anymore. I had to take money from places I would rather not... cash in things I'd rather not.
Now... I think... I should get off of the shit... but how do I explain it... I KNOW I need to leave it behind. At least for now. I'm only snorting at the moment and I say I won't go back to needles. The thing is... my brain is so mixed up from the stuff... less so than other things you could do... but I am messed up in the head. Each time I buy I say it will be my last. I can't ration. I'm up to about a bun a day even though I always say I'll take less.
What is my point to all this? A big rant... about how messed up my head is. I am a good student and I have standards. I can't make the jump to leave it. I've beaten for the most part the physical part. I can now go days without it.... but it's all I think about. All I think about is ways to find money to get more. My head is empty except when it's buried in a book. My husband resents my addiction. I resent it. I think it's stupid.
I never felt happiness, oneness, wholeness. When I have got it in my possession, I feel semblances of those things. That's my problem. I am supposed to replace the old vice with a new habit. Yet there is nothing that makes me feel whole. I could meditate... I could exercise... I could do so many things and yet I won't ever feel in the loving embrace of the universes grasp like I do with her.
So to everyone who asks... Isn't it just self-control? That addiction stuff is about will power or it's a myth when talking about opiates... I always thought the same. I don't think this post will deter anyone. If anything it might be triggering. I just needed to put it out there. There is still hope for me yet... I can still be redeemed.

