LivinInExile
Greenlighter
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- Dec 5, 2011
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...So it's to you guys I'm turning
For so long my mentality's been "If you can't......Fake it". It's almost a year since my best friend....my brother died. And this past year has been nothing but a combination of pride and shame. Too afraid, too proud, too stupid to stubborn admit to having the problems I do, and I've faked it long enough that I have know idea what I'm supposed it be doing. I don't even have the stones to speak to friends that know somethings up, and care enough that they truly would want to help if I'd open up to them.....I'm so sorry that I just cannot trust them and so thankful that they care, but it's sooo far from anything I was raised to be that I really just do not know what I am supposed to do.
A year and a half ago I was just flat out a junky and my best friend for as far back as I can remember was the same. I'd long sense decided that I HAD to change, I'd came to that realization that I was destroying everything that I touched. Dan hadn't.... After I'd distanced myself and was tapering myself down to well below a third of what I'd used to use and purposely all bridges to users including my friend, he got a hold of me saying that things had changed, he couldn't do it anymore, he wanted to do what I was doing and clean up. My only response was just "Well do it, and get a hold of me when you're done", I said that and hung up on him. Three weeks later I got a phone call from his father telling me that he OD'd and was dead.
I've been haunted by what I told him since he died.
I've been trying desperately the past year to fake that I'm ok. Fake that I've accepted his death, fake that I'm in control of my addiction, fake that I know what I'm doing. But the reality is that I've never been more lost than I am right now. I'm waking up and just staring at my gun and thinking 'Why not, I've destroyed everything else'. The closer it gets to the day he died the more I just want to crawl into a whole with as much opiates as I can find and never come back out. I honestly feel like I've lost all hope of finding a way out of this whole I've dug myself.
I'm sorry if this seems fragmented, and chaotic it's been a while since I've been able to sleep much
For so long my mentality's been "If you can't......Fake it". It's almost a year since my best friend....my brother died. And this past year has been nothing but a combination of pride and shame. Too afraid, too proud, too stupid to stubborn admit to having the problems I do, and I've faked it long enough that I have know idea what I'm supposed it be doing. I don't even have the stones to speak to friends that know somethings up, and care enough that they truly would want to help if I'd open up to them.....I'm so sorry that I just cannot trust them and so thankful that they care, but it's sooo far from anything I was raised to be that I really just do not know what I am supposed to do.
A year and a half ago I was just flat out a junky and my best friend for as far back as I can remember was the same. I'd long sense decided that I HAD to change, I'd came to that realization that I was destroying everything that I touched. Dan hadn't.... After I'd distanced myself and was tapering myself down to well below a third of what I'd used to use and purposely all bridges to users including my friend, he got a hold of me saying that things had changed, he couldn't do it anymore, he wanted to do what I was doing and clean up. My only response was just "Well do it, and get a hold of me when you're done", I said that and hung up on him. Three weeks later I got a phone call from his father telling me that he OD'd and was dead.
I've been haunted by what I told him since he died.
I've been trying desperately the past year to fake that I'm ok. Fake that I've accepted his death, fake that I'm in control of my addiction, fake that I know what I'm doing. But the reality is that I've never been more lost than I am right now. I'm waking up and just staring at my gun and thinking 'Why not, I've destroyed everything else'. The closer it gets to the day he died the more I just want to crawl into a whole with as much opiates as I can find and never come back out. I honestly feel like I've lost all hope of finding a way out of this whole I've dug myself.
I'm sorry if this seems fragmented, and chaotic it's been a while since I've been able to sleep much