JessFR
Bluelight Crew
Hey, long time lurker, first time poster.
Siiigh, I hate talking about myself, but I just don't have anyone to really talk about this shit with.
I suppose I could ring up one of my former sponsors, but I know what they'll say.
So yeah, I'm stupid, I'm stupid because for the first time in my life I have someone who loves me who isn't my mother (more on her later), and I love him and yet I feel like a helpless passenger as I watch the rest of me try and ruin both of our lives.
My names Jessica, I'm 24 and I live with my boyfriend and his parents. Initially we were just friends. I had tried to kill myself and instead of dying all that happened was my mother learned the full scope of my drug problems. I don't remember much of my suicide attempt before waking up in the hospital, one thing I do remember though is the look of profound disappointment in my mothers eyes. I couldn't face her after that. Eventually they let me out of the hospital and she pretty much broke down crying that they were letting me go. That's when I told her I wasn't planning on staying. I couldn't after that. Living with her was killing both of us and now that she'd searched my room, found out everything, I ran.
I got on a plane a couple days after I was discharged, packed a bag, flew interstate. That's where I met the person I now think of as my soulmate. At first I just needed a place to stay. I knew he liked me and in some ways in hindsight I wonder if I just used that to avoid homelessness. In some ways I think he's the best thing to ever happen to me, and I'm the worst thing to ever happen to him. However it started, eventually I feel in love with him too. I think about how much it would destroy me if something happened to him, and at the same time know that that's exactly how he must feel watching me.
He's not an addict, not a user, and he never thought he'd end up with someone who was. I feel so guilty, because I can see my addiction, my compulsion, whatever it is, whatever name you use for it, whatever's wrong with me it's getting out of control again. I had managed to be clean for a few months, but the cravings keep compelling me, keep drawing me back in. I feel like it's fast approaching the point where I won't be able to hide it anymore. And I feel disgusted with myself for not confiding in him that I'm using again. But how can I? It would hurt him so much. His mothers threatened to kick me out if she catches me using.
But here's the biggest problem. I don't want to stop. I use opiates, benzos, alcohol... opiates are definitely my drug of choice but I'll settle for anything that stops me feeling how I feel sober. It's going to kill me one day and I'm just not sure that's enough to make me want to stop. I don't want to betray him and I don't want to hurt or disappoint him.
I think about what I've done and it seems unforgivable. A part of me has tried to introduce him to drugs just so I can use and go on my little ride to hell with him. How fucked up is that shit? What kind of a person does something like that? I promised him I'd quit smoking once, not only do I still smoke, he tried his first cigarette and it's because of me. Thankfully he's not like me, he hated it and has never given into drugs like I have. As horrible as what I've done is, at least I failed.
Who does shit like that to someone they love?
I've seen shrinks before, it never seems to work with me. We chat about my unhappy childhood and all the cliche stuff but nothing ever changes. I have a very hard time trusting people.
So, what do I do. Do I stop lying to him? I don't think he'll leave me, but he will be disappointed, he has his own depression to deal with and I don't want to add to it. His parents are getting a divorce too. They have other problems to worry about right now than their kids loser junkie girlfriend.
Wtf is wrong with me? He deserves so much better than me.
I don't even know why I wrote all this, guess it just feels good to write it down. As totally self-pitying as it probably sounds.
Siiigh, I hate talking about myself, but I just don't have anyone to really talk about this shit with.
I suppose I could ring up one of my former sponsors, but I know what they'll say.
So yeah, I'm stupid, I'm stupid because for the first time in my life I have someone who loves me who isn't my mother (more on her later), and I love him and yet I feel like a helpless passenger as I watch the rest of me try and ruin both of our lives.
My names Jessica, I'm 24 and I live with my boyfriend and his parents. Initially we were just friends. I had tried to kill myself and instead of dying all that happened was my mother learned the full scope of my drug problems. I don't remember much of my suicide attempt before waking up in the hospital, one thing I do remember though is the look of profound disappointment in my mothers eyes. I couldn't face her after that. Eventually they let me out of the hospital and she pretty much broke down crying that they were letting me go. That's when I told her I wasn't planning on staying. I couldn't after that. Living with her was killing both of us and now that she'd searched my room, found out everything, I ran.
I got on a plane a couple days after I was discharged, packed a bag, flew interstate. That's where I met the person I now think of as my soulmate. At first I just needed a place to stay. I knew he liked me and in some ways in hindsight I wonder if I just used that to avoid homelessness. In some ways I think he's the best thing to ever happen to me, and I'm the worst thing to ever happen to him. However it started, eventually I feel in love with him too. I think about how much it would destroy me if something happened to him, and at the same time know that that's exactly how he must feel watching me.
He's not an addict, not a user, and he never thought he'd end up with someone who was. I feel so guilty, because I can see my addiction, my compulsion, whatever it is, whatever name you use for it, whatever's wrong with me it's getting out of control again. I had managed to be clean for a few months, but the cravings keep compelling me, keep drawing me back in. I feel like it's fast approaching the point where I won't be able to hide it anymore. And I feel disgusted with myself for not confiding in him that I'm using again. But how can I? It would hurt him so much. His mothers threatened to kick me out if she catches me using.
But here's the biggest problem. I don't want to stop. I use opiates, benzos, alcohol... opiates are definitely my drug of choice but I'll settle for anything that stops me feeling how I feel sober. It's going to kill me one day and I'm just not sure that's enough to make me want to stop. I don't want to betray him and I don't want to hurt or disappoint him.
I think about what I've done and it seems unforgivable. A part of me has tried to introduce him to drugs just so I can use and go on my little ride to hell with him. How fucked up is that shit? What kind of a person does something like that? I promised him I'd quit smoking once, not only do I still smoke, he tried his first cigarette and it's because of me. Thankfully he's not like me, he hated it and has never given into drugs like I have. As horrible as what I've done is, at least I failed.
Who does shit like that to someone they love?
I've seen shrinks before, it never seems to work with me. We chat about my unhappy childhood and all the cliche stuff but nothing ever changes. I have a very hard time trusting people.
So, what do I do. Do I stop lying to him? I don't think he'll leave me, but he will be disappointed, he has his own depression to deal with and I don't want to add to it. His parents are getting a divorce too. They have other problems to worry about right now than their kids loser junkie girlfriend.
Wtf is wrong with me? He deserves so much better than me.
I don't even know why I wrote all this, guess it just feels good to write it down. As totally self-pitying as it probably sounds.

