I'm going to type this all out because I think I need to...I may never say it all again.
So I haven't been on in a loooong time. Was trying not to do the drugs as much, trying to be more of a partner and parent. And yet, here I am again. Because I just don't know anyone else to talk to about this. I hide my opiate habit and have for years, but I think it's getting to the point where I can't. I use pills, well abuse them. Started as a legit thing, and I DO still have pain issues, but it has evolved into much more than that. I now have to buy them black market...and it kills me what I'm paying. I'm really good at pretending I'm not doing this, not spending our hard earned money on pills to make me feel better. And that's just it. My life *should* make me happy. But sadly, only the pills do...although, do they really? No. But yet, I'm unable to say I'm done. I know one day I could get caught. I know I'm NOT being a good person sometimes, whether it's withdrawal or craving or simply doing the wrong things to get the pills. And yet I don't want to stop. It makes me sit and cry because I'm so fucking stupid to have let myself go this far. I paint this picture of myself and oh man, it's not true...I feel basically like I disgust myself at these low times.
I think that I'm starting to get sloppy, not covering myself well enough, and money's getting much tighter so buying will get harder to conceal...and I know I'll be either outed from my own doing or one day get caught buying. And that makes me hate myself sometimes.
Thanks for letting me vent...I do have a therapist and psychiatrist, but I haven't been able to disclose this stuff to anyone.
So I haven't been on in a loooong time. Was trying not to do the drugs as much, trying to be more of a partner and parent. And yet, here I am again. Because I just don't know anyone else to talk to about this. I hide my opiate habit and have for years, but I think it's getting to the point where I can't. I use pills, well abuse them. Started as a legit thing, and I DO still have pain issues, but it has evolved into much more than that. I now have to buy them black market...and it kills me what I'm paying. I'm really good at pretending I'm not doing this, not spending our hard earned money on pills to make me feel better. And that's just it. My life *should* make me happy. But sadly, only the pills do...although, do they really? No. But yet, I'm unable to say I'm done. I know one day I could get caught. I know I'm NOT being a good person sometimes, whether it's withdrawal or craving or simply doing the wrong things to get the pills. And yet I don't want to stop. It makes me sit and cry because I'm so fucking stupid to have let myself go this far. I paint this picture of myself and oh man, it's not true...I feel basically like I disgust myself at these low times.
I think that I'm starting to get sloppy, not covering myself well enough, and money's getting much tighter so buying will get harder to conceal...and I know I'll be either outed from my own doing or one day get caught buying. And that makes me hate myself sometimes.
Thanks for letting me vent...I do have a therapist and psychiatrist, but I haven't been able to disclose this stuff to anyone.