JasperTheReckless
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2011
- Messages
- 339
I have already crossed the line, i'm daydreaming about it, fantasizing about it, and I feel that all that remains is the means to obtain it. I remember all too well what DXM did to me in the past, but I am losing my grip on sobriety. I just don't care any more. I have NO friends that understand what i'm going through, and the best support I get is "just don't think about it"
I'm getting so fucking angry, and so sad, I feel all alone. I start my first day of work tomorrow, and look forward to nothing more than a case of beer and a box of C's once I get paid. I am falling down into the hole again, the last few weeks I tried to convince myself, it was just day to day stress, but sure enough the cycle is starting over; and if it follows the trend of the last few years, it'll be a couple months before anything starts to feel any different.
I'm fighting with my boyfriend over trivial shit, I get mad before I realize it, and then have to explain that I didn't mean to, I just spaced out and overreacted; which to a sane person sounds retarded.
I feel like i've already relapsed, just as guilty, and pathetic and worthless. I just want my drugs back, I have no home in sobriety; it only feels like waiting for my next dose, no matter how long I make it. Next week will be 120 days; yet it brings me no joy.
I feel like I just come here to bitch and complain as of late; i'm sure i'll have some more DXM TR's in the future, writing those makes me feel kind of happy I guess.
I'm getting so fucking angry, and so sad, I feel all alone. I start my first day of work tomorrow, and look forward to nothing more than a case of beer and a box of C's once I get paid. I am falling down into the hole again, the last few weeks I tried to convince myself, it was just day to day stress, but sure enough the cycle is starting over; and if it follows the trend of the last few years, it'll be a couple months before anything starts to feel any different.
I'm fighting with my boyfriend over trivial shit, I get mad before I realize it, and then have to explain that I didn't mean to, I just spaced out and overreacted; which to a sane person sounds retarded.
I feel like i've already relapsed, just as guilty, and pathetic and worthless. I just want my drugs back, I have no home in sobriety; it only feels like waiting for my next dose, no matter how long I make it. Next week will be 120 days; yet it brings me no joy.
I feel like I just come here to bitch and complain as of late; i'm sure i'll have some more DXM TR's in the future, writing those makes me feel kind of happy I guess.

