BlueEyesBrown
Greenlighter
I cannot comprehend how I can choose to stay on a path that I KNOW only ends in one of two ways. In March I was released from prison and moved to a new state where I know no one and have no ties. I was able to get a job quickly in a metal fab shop. It didn't take too long before a guy there offered me some m-amp. I declined at first. About four months ago something really fucked up happened to me when I met someone. As a result of that event, I went to the guy and copped. For four months straight I've been using while on parole. I got a different job that offers the opportunity to build a career and not just make a living, yet I can't put this shit down. I spent ten years in prison this last time (one prior three year sentence). I know where this road leads. I've already fucked up at the new job-left my fucking microphone on during a zoom meeting and hit a hot rail. I don't know what it is with this one fucking drug. I've kicked heroin years ago, haven't drank any alcohol in easily fifteen years. I don't smoke. But I can't beat this. Maybe I've convinced myself it's impossible, I don't know. Things are going well enough that my use is manageable to some degree, at least financially it's sustainable. I think I'd just appreciate hearing some hope, a story or two of finding a way out when you believe with every ounce of your being you're meant to die from this. I don't know.