Counterintuitive
Bluelighter
First, I am usually very well spoken and tedious with most all that I do. Right now, though, I am a mental mess and do not have the energy for a well constructed post.
I did cocaine Sunday night through Monday morning. It has been several years, but those several years did not include sobriety. I have, however, been sober for the past six months. The night started by going to a bar with an old friend. After a few beers, cigarettes (which I do not smoke), and finally liquor; I ran into a girl and started talking. It was not long before she made it quite evident that she could get me whatever the hell I wanted, and right away... The song of death to an addict. Of course, the phone call was made and before I knew it, we were en route to her apartment with an 8-ball of good cocaine. The rest is history, but the after math is adding up to a severe problem. I am now sitting, after drinking a few beers at home (first mistake), with a racing heart, the shits, and a decent sized bank account - Recipe for a disaster. When I woke this morning, it smelled like a frosty October morning from the year 2006. A time in which I was enduring a heavy cocaine addiction. I am completely aware of what I should not do, but every tick of the clock I am slowly rationalizing the decision to make that dreaded call that leads to short-term bliss.
I am not going to a meeting tonight, but I feel as though the next best thing is to post something on here and hope for a response; no matter how cliche. I'm sure many of you all have listened to Tool; a band that has aided my sobriety. But right now I can not stop myself from thinking of so many meaningful lyrics by them, but at the same time push them aside and use it as a fuel to head in the opposite direction.
Words of wisdom? Condolences? Something? Please?
I did cocaine Sunday night through Monday morning. It has been several years, but those several years did not include sobriety. I have, however, been sober for the past six months. The night started by going to a bar with an old friend. After a few beers, cigarettes (which I do not smoke), and finally liquor; I ran into a girl and started talking. It was not long before she made it quite evident that she could get me whatever the hell I wanted, and right away... The song of death to an addict. Of course, the phone call was made and before I knew it, we were en route to her apartment with an 8-ball of good cocaine. The rest is history, but the after math is adding up to a severe problem. I am now sitting, after drinking a few beers at home (first mistake), with a racing heart, the shits, and a decent sized bank account - Recipe for a disaster. When I woke this morning, it smelled like a frosty October morning from the year 2006. A time in which I was enduring a heavy cocaine addiction. I am completely aware of what I should not do, but every tick of the clock I am slowly rationalizing the decision to make that dreaded call that leads to short-term bliss.
I am not going to a meeting tonight, but I feel as though the next best thing is to post something on here and hope for a response; no matter how cliche. I'm sure many of you all have listened to Tool; a band that has aided my sobriety. But right now I can not stop myself from thinking of so many meaningful lyrics by them, but at the same time push them aside and use it as a fuel to head in the opposite direction.
Words of wisdom? Condolences? Something? Please?