simco
Bluelight Crew
Sim -
wow, HUGE congratulations on the 60 day mark! I know it's doesn't "feel" like that big of an accomplishment cause I passed that milestone and it felt like just another day - sometimes we have to force ourselves to be proud of our accomplishments!
I hope that you feel better soon. I hope that all of us in recovery are able to live that life we hoped for when we started this process. It's all about putting one foot in front of the other and moving along regardless of how we feel.
Best set of luck, Sim. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help.
- VE
Thanks, VE! I forget, how far along are you in your recovery now?
I did go get my awesome green keytag at a noon NA meeting yesterday. It's one of the groups in town that I kinda like. It's a meeting that for some reason attracts a lot of folks in early recovery and people who are barely making it on the edges of society. There are a few people with "serious time", but a lot of the audience is pretty chaotic. Obviously, a lot of folks there aren't gonna do well, and another portion is coerced into being there. But I do find the urgency and the desperation in the room easy to relate to.
Anyhow, I got my tag and a few hugs. Then it was back out into the cold, literally.
I'm starting to find the dope cravings aren't my go-to mental state these days. Though things aren't rosy either. I find myself in a state not so different from how I felt when I was using...very robotic, very much on autopilot, living from one landmark to the next. The main difference: in the past the landmarks were buying drugs and getting high. Now the landmarks are usually going to bed. Not a huge bouquet of deep emotions. But I guess it's good progress.
Part of what's happening, I'm sure, is that I'm bumping up against my own inclinations towards depression, in a now-unfamiliar way since the drugs are gone.
God, I'm sorry... this post is SO boring! I'm trying to make myself write in this journal, even though I don't really feel like it. But I want the info to be there later. So thanks for humoring me.
Here's one funny tidbit... I have the weirdest fantasies about changing my life's direction now. My current obsession...wait for it... I keep thinking about moving to a state where it would be legal and becoming a weed breeder/farmer. I have NO IDEA where this fantasy came from. And I'm sure it's not viable (every other stoner in the US must be contemplating the same thing). But I've been reading about this underground network of guys (and women, I'm sure), who work exclusively with the C99 and A13 cannabis genetic lines, spending years breeding out the perfect weed. Seems like a goal that's big enough to give some pleasure, while small enough to be, well, small. Who knows where this shit comes from? I swear, 61 days off heroin, my brain is just cranking like a blur of hyperactivity.