dognasher
Bluelighter
Hi there! I am a little bit nervous actually posting here, I am new and have long relied on BL for advice and words of wisdom.
I have long been a casual user of alcohol, sometimes pot, had a few bouts with cocaine, but never really had a huge problem until a couple years after my child was born...I had a difficult birth which ended up throwing me into a severe post natal depression, and ended up being prescribed benzos... FOR FOUR YEARS. (Don't get me started on that)
After an expensive in-patient detox I finally was able to quit them, and although they never really did much for me, the physical dependance alone was enough to create some sustained physical and mental agony, something I never want to go through again. It was just awful.
Stupidly, I turned to pills and then started plugging and shooting H. This was triggered by some serious life changes: I quit a job that I had for ten years in order to freelance, and then started my own business. I have been an on and off user for the last year or two. Recently things have gotten hairy, where I have only taken a week or so off of my use over the last few months. So yeah, the monkey has jumped on my back. I am sick of spending money that should be going to my kid, I have a really healthy and wonderful relationship with a sane person who is my biggest supporter (and who only smokes pot, nothing else), I own my home and just have started a business that I love. So I am wondering....why? Why the hell am I complicating my life for a moment of pleasure where the worries disappear for a minute, only to be compounded later? For a while it helped me deal with residual anxiety from the benzo withdrawal, but obvs it has just put me in a bad place again.
So tomorrow - I am going CT. This is the first time I have realized how much I am in denial and how serious this is, and how much worse it can get. I don't want to find out what's waiting for me at the bottom. I have already crossed so many lines that I am really wondering about my moral compass.
I am hoping that since I have to run my business while I am going through this, it should help me see how awful WD is and I hope to remember it. I have detoxed a few times, and while I am sure it is nothing like full blown WDs, it has given me healthy respect for this class of drugs, and I want to enjoy all that I have to look forward to, instead of playing this expensive hustle that is, quite honestly, going to end with me being broke, alone and strung out.
I am scared to death, but in a weird way relieved, because I am so over this....I am so sad that I basically am taking food from my child's mouth and breaching the trust of my family by doing this. It breaks my heart. And I know it would break theirs. So it's time to stop.
I decided to come here for some support, because I really don't have anybody to talk to about this. Fortunately my world is not full of people who use, just the opposite. So I am lucky that I don't have to change the people I am around, I have to change myself and dig this dirty secret out of me, and purge it for good.
I used to be an avid runner and snowboarder, and I am hoping I can get back into those things once I get healthy.
Sorry this is so long, it feels good to get it out there. I am really scared but I am filled with hope, and optimism, and I hope I can find comfort here during this time where I am emotionally raw and in WDs. Thank you for reading, and I hope I haven't broken any rules!
-dognasher
Whoops quick edit! I actually did post on here once or twice a long time ago, but I forgot about it, thanks again to anybody who reads this. I appreciate it!
I have long been a casual user of alcohol, sometimes pot, had a few bouts with cocaine, but never really had a huge problem until a couple years after my child was born...I had a difficult birth which ended up throwing me into a severe post natal depression, and ended up being prescribed benzos... FOR FOUR YEARS. (Don't get me started on that)
After an expensive in-patient detox I finally was able to quit them, and although they never really did much for me, the physical dependance alone was enough to create some sustained physical and mental agony, something I never want to go through again. It was just awful.
Stupidly, I turned to pills and then started plugging and shooting H. This was triggered by some serious life changes: I quit a job that I had for ten years in order to freelance, and then started my own business. I have been an on and off user for the last year or two. Recently things have gotten hairy, where I have only taken a week or so off of my use over the last few months. So yeah, the monkey has jumped on my back. I am sick of spending money that should be going to my kid, I have a really healthy and wonderful relationship with a sane person who is my biggest supporter (and who only smokes pot, nothing else), I own my home and just have started a business that I love. So I am wondering....why? Why the hell am I complicating my life for a moment of pleasure where the worries disappear for a minute, only to be compounded later? For a while it helped me deal with residual anxiety from the benzo withdrawal, but obvs it has just put me in a bad place again.
So tomorrow - I am going CT. This is the first time I have realized how much I am in denial and how serious this is, and how much worse it can get. I don't want to find out what's waiting for me at the bottom. I have already crossed so many lines that I am really wondering about my moral compass.
I am hoping that since I have to run my business while I am going through this, it should help me see how awful WD is and I hope to remember it. I have detoxed a few times, and while I am sure it is nothing like full blown WDs, it has given me healthy respect for this class of drugs, and I want to enjoy all that I have to look forward to, instead of playing this expensive hustle that is, quite honestly, going to end with me being broke, alone and strung out.
I am scared to death, but in a weird way relieved, because I am so over this....I am so sad that I basically am taking food from my child's mouth and breaching the trust of my family by doing this. It breaks my heart. And I know it would break theirs. So it's time to stop.
I decided to come here for some support, because I really don't have anybody to talk to about this. Fortunately my world is not full of people who use, just the opposite. So I am lucky that I don't have to change the people I am around, I have to change myself and dig this dirty secret out of me, and purge it for good.
I used to be an avid runner and snowboarder, and I am hoping I can get back into those things once I get healthy.
Sorry this is so long, it feels good to get it out there. I am really scared but I am filled with hope, and optimism, and I hope I can find comfort here during this time where I am emotionally raw and in WDs. Thank you for reading, and I hope I haven't broken any rules!
-dognasher
Whoops quick edit! I actually did post on here once or twice a long time ago, but I forgot about it, thanks again to anybody who reads this. I appreciate it!
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