Thanks for the support, guys.

Sometimes, BL seems like the only place I can talk about this sort of thing...
I feel a little better about my relationship shit working out, I guess - at least for now - and my (obviously failed) OD attempt has left me too poor to attempt another, anyway.
It just seems like I've finally got my drug use under control (until this shit started, anyway), and then the rest of my life suddenly implodes, and I wonder why the fuck I bothered in the first place.

And, at this point, getting on any feasible ORT therapy/anxiety treatment seems about as likely as moving to an opium farm.
Even as a kid, I had a lot of problems with depressions, anxiety, ocd, etc, and I know I've been self-medicating, but I didn't expect to be this dysfunctional without them....I can't imagine all the random drugs improved my brain development too much at 11/12, anyway.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm rambling about, I just wish I could find a doctor who actually gave a fuck about helping me - I currently go to a psych for subutex, but he's far from helpful, and subs (even tex) make me feel exponentially worse.
Every doc I've been to ignores the root of my addiction and/or tells me I need to find my higher power and won't treat me until I do - which I would fake, if they'd do anything other than give me a bunch of SSRI's that I won't take anyway. The most recent acted very helpful, then gave me a pill that she claimed was methadone but was really Celexa.

When I called her on it (politely), she told me it was the best treatment for opiate addiction and would give me the same feeling, and that if I kept being so uncooperative, she'd have me hospitalized. She's supposedly the best in my area - and should be at $250 a visit.
I don't know how doctors can even get away with this shit, but I am so fucking fed up at paying to be insulted and threatened with institutionalization. I'm polite and look like the regular white, suburban 20something; my parents are willing to pay out out of pocket, and I have good insurance - this shouldn't be so goddamn impossible.
I know that a lot of my relationship problems are at least partially rooted in my poor mental health - and the rest of them are probably a result of his (and his denial of them).

I'm so sick of having to deal with all of this on my own - it's impossible to function with all this shit, plus sleep paralysis and the new, surprise narcolepsy. I just don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do any more.
Edit: Wow, didn't mean for this to be so long.

I'm not really the type to talk about my feelings, though, so it was kinda therapeutic putting it all into words...
tl;dr I'm an opiate addict who is somewhat insane and can't handle all the relationship drama. I am universally hated by doctors and have weird sleep disorders.I am also wasted enough to admit this sort of thing.