junkieman412
Bluelighter
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- May 17, 2012
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So I've posted here a few times. The last posts I was detoxed and and heading to a recovery house. Jesus christ things have fallen apart. I was overworked, but had a sponsor and was going to the meetings i was required to do. I started on my first step again, i was very overworked at the time, no excuse for my decision im about to go into. The day i worked my first step with my sponsor I ended up, almost like i was unconsciously being dragged to my dealers. I don't know what i was thinking. I copped and got high.
I was kicked out of the house. After much debate and her really being against it I talked her into letting me move back in with my girlfriend. She gave me ultimatums to go to meetings and not get high obviously. I was locked back into the motherfucking cycle though, and did none of that.
She never saw any type of hard drugs. She ended up finding needles in the house, and even then she let me stay. It got to be too much though and she kicked me out. God bless that girl. She was madly in love with me, she's 34, her clock is ticking and she wanted to have a child with me. She bought and gave me anything i could ever want, everything. So I ended up basically on the streets. I went back to her house to grab my stuff one night, high as fuck on dope and klons. I said the most ignorant shit to her, in the hallway of the apartment building for which she is a leasing manager for that building. I went off screaming things that I am so ashamed to think about or even mention. It brings tears to my eyes. I am such a kind hearted soul, when im clean. God it hurts. She loved me so much.
So I ended up moving into the only place who took me. My dopemans house. I lived under deplorable, degrading and disgusting conditions. I lost 20 pounds in 3 weeks, I would do a bundle a day and not eat for days. All the while working 10 hours a day in the sun.
After hitting a bottom i never thought i would hit i was able to get into a rehab facility. I have very little money and low wages on the books. They took me in and gave me county funding. This was last wednesday. After detoxing with a little suboxone, which my last dose ended 2 days ago so im not even really detoxed with the half life of subs I was called to the directors office. He told me that i didnt have enough proof that i am a residence of this county. I had a check stub showing an address and that i payh taxes in the county i live in. I had court papers, papers from the assistance office. But they needed a fucking utility bill, im indigent for christs sake. I don't have any bills in my name.
He informed me that i would be discharged today. So I ended up with the same choice, move back in with my dude or sleep on the streets. I took all my clothes with me and was supposed to move to NC when i got out of rehab. I had to stay there for a couple weeks as my new roommate down there isn't able to sign the lease for another week, he isn't in that city and won't be for a minute... I have no friends apart from him. I have burned all my bridges and my family are barely there for me. I owe them all money and have stayed with them several times, when i got out of jail, rehabs, before going into rehabs and what not.
I feel like such a piece of shit. I have so many talents, im intelligent, and i have thrown my life away.
I have my job still my boss was understanding and said as long as im clean i can come back to work.
I used today. I won't stay clean i know it because im living with my dealer. Last week i was almost arrested, shot, and fucking riding around with him with several bricks in the car and im on probation.
Im lost, I don't know what will happen, i feel so hopeless. I mean I have been to rehab 5 times, recovery houses, and i fuck it all up. WHY CANT I JUST GET IT?
Again i apologize for the long post but if you read it, and would like to respond, help me out, give some support i don't know whatever i appreciate it.
Soon i will be out of control and suicidal. I'm scared, im broken and my soul and heart is being ripped apart. Pray for me please.
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I really hope something opens up for you soon.