bitterbrains
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- Oct 22, 2010
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As background, I always drank to excess in college, can't believe I survived as well as I did, blacking out at least once a week, being carried home, waking up with strangers, etc. I was terribly shy in high school and later drinking was my way of covering that. I was sick of being the quiet one but because of my behavior I was overwhelmed with shame for 4 years. Academically I did ok.
Some time has passed and I started to calm down a bit with the drinking. I discovered benzos, first ativan, then xanax and klonopin, and they were and still are life savers for me in many ways. I was never prescribed them, I hate seeing drs of any kind. Hate it, just feel slow and self-conscious and weirdly guilty around them.
I started worrying about benzo addiction and had a friend with access to lots of vicodin. I had done painkillers before and always really enjoyed them, so now I've got this on/off (mostly on) love affair with vicodin. I like it better than alcohol and benzos, it really is "the devil's hug" as someone on here described it. Now my friend is in rehab and I'm doing vicodin alone, not all the time because it's so $$ but I think about it often and map out ahead of time when I'll get more. My mindset is "When I get the vicodin, it'll be fine. Just one more week."
Add to this I have a ritalin connection. I don't even like the stuff. I used to take adderall in college while drinking and I find myself buying this stupid ritalin, I don't know why I do it to myself. I don't take it every day but when I do get it, I end up staying up until the sun comes out trying to avoid the comedown. So here I am, sometimes combining all of the above, not in fatal doses but christ, it's like I'm in a race to kill my liver.
Drugs and alcohol have been a focal point in my life for almost a decade. I have no criminal record, a decent job that I'm in no danger of losing. In fact, moderate use of benzos and vicodin has helped me immensely at work, or at least that's my perception of it. It gives me confidence, makes me less gloomy. Puts a bit of fun into my day.
I come across as normal, even "together." My family thinks I'm doing ok, they have no idea what I consume in a week. They'd be shocked, my co-workers too. What my drug and alcohol use has completely wrecked is any semblance of a social life. I had friends once. Then being with friends became about getting fucked up. Then I couldn't be in a social situation without being chemically altered. Now I've alienated all my old friends, partly out of shame at being such a druggie/drunk loser, deep and ugly embarrassment, the usual.
If you've read through all that you deserve an award. I am right now trying to stave off a ritalin comedown (why do I do this to myself?) I forced myself to see a dr months ago and she put me on 20 mg celexa. The worst part is, I think it actually does help, but I continue to sabotage any chance at growth or happiness with pills and alcohol. It's my go-to. It's all I know, I'm trapped. I've convinced myself that most things in life I can't do without a pill/drink. I just don't feel equipped to deal with life situations. I want to get high and drink when things are going well, and I want to when things are shitty. I've always known I had a problem but being by all appearances normal (except for my total lack of a social life) I find it hard to take the steps to say "I have a problem."
Should I just pop a xanax and show up at an AA meeting, sit in the back a few times, see how it is? I don't think I can go back to that dr, I don't like her very much. I hate the concern face women counselors/drs sometimes give, if that's what it is. I don't really like much attention. I thank God nothing terrible has happened to reveal my problems to those around me, but in a way being forced to get help would be an incredible relief. A weight off my shoulders. I need to learn to stop taking myself so seriously, to realize I'm not alone in this. But I'm terrified. I'm even almost scared of doing well in a way, it's grown comfortable in my rut.
Jesus, now I'm almost 30 and I know that's young but it's not that young. In your 20's you're supposed to screw around. It scares the shit out of me to think that in 10 years I could very well still be "a loner by choice" with substances in the place of friends.
Some time has passed and I started to calm down a bit with the drinking. I discovered benzos, first ativan, then xanax and klonopin, and they were and still are life savers for me in many ways. I was never prescribed them, I hate seeing drs of any kind. Hate it, just feel slow and self-conscious and weirdly guilty around them.
I started worrying about benzo addiction and had a friend with access to lots of vicodin. I had done painkillers before and always really enjoyed them, so now I've got this on/off (mostly on) love affair with vicodin. I like it better than alcohol and benzos, it really is "the devil's hug" as someone on here described it. Now my friend is in rehab and I'm doing vicodin alone, not all the time because it's so $$ but I think about it often and map out ahead of time when I'll get more. My mindset is "When I get the vicodin, it'll be fine. Just one more week."
Add to this I have a ritalin connection. I don't even like the stuff. I used to take adderall in college while drinking and I find myself buying this stupid ritalin, I don't know why I do it to myself. I don't take it every day but when I do get it, I end up staying up until the sun comes out trying to avoid the comedown. So here I am, sometimes combining all of the above, not in fatal doses but christ, it's like I'm in a race to kill my liver.
Drugs and alcohol have been a focal point in my life for almost a decade. I have no criminal record, a decent job that I'm in no danger of losing. In fact, moderate use of benzos and vicodin has helped me immensely at work, or at least that's my perception of it. It gives me confidence, makes me less gloomy. Puts a bit of fun into my day.
I come across as normal, even "together." My family thinks I'm doing ok, they have no idea what I consume in a week. They'd be shocked, my co-workers too. What my drug and alcohol use has completely wrecked is any semblance of a social life. I had friends once. Then being with friends became about getting fucked up. Then I couldn't be in a social situation without being chemically altered. Now I've alienated all my old friends, partly out of shame at being such a druggie/drunk loser, deep and ugly embarrassment, the usual.
If you've read through all that you deserve an award. I am right now trying to stave off a ritalin comedown (why do I do this to myself?) I forced myself to see a dr months ago and she put me on 20 mg celexa. The worst part is, I think it actually does help, but I continue to sabotage any chance at growth or happiness with pills and alcohol. It's my go-to. It's all I know, I'm trapped. I've convinced myself that most things in life I can't do without a pill/drink. I just don't feel equipped to deal with life situations. I want to get high and drink when things are going well, and I want to when things are shitty. I've always known I had a problem but being by all appearances normal (except for my total lack of a social life) I find it hard to take the steps to say "I have a problem."
Should I just pop a xanax and show up at an AA meeting, sit in the back a few times, see how it is? I don't think I can go back to that dr, I don't like her very much. I hate the concern face women counselors/drs sometimes give, if that's what it is. I don't really like much attention. I thank God nothing terrible has happened to reveal my problems to those around me, but in a way being forced to get help would be an incredible relief. A weight off my shoulders. I need to learn to stop taking myself so seriously, to realize I'm not alone in this. But I'm terrified. I'm even almost scared of doing well in a way, it's grown comfortable in my rut.
Jesus, now I'm almost 30 and I know that's young but it's not that young. In your 20's you're supposed to screw around. It scares the shit out of me to think that in 10 years I could very well still be "a loner by choice" with substances in the place of friends.
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