OxyDillyKing
Bluelighter
I had been clean from IV opiates for 2 years up until 3 days ago. i was on Suboxone the whole time, living a normal life, sometimes happy, sometimes a little blue. I tried so hard to find something to hold on to during this time, something comforting, something real. i tried to find something to make me whole and happy. the 2 girls that i loved, i lost them to my habit. i still love them. i would do anything to have a shot with either one, especially the younger one. im 21 years old i feel so defeated and down and depressed. after putting everything i had into trying to please everyone, i relapse on the 27th. i had gotten thirty 15mg oxycodone on the 16th, and ive been shooting them for the past few days, i have 11 left. i tried so hard to find comfort and peace in something else. now the oxy doesnt even make me feel like it used to, maybe cuz i have huge tolerance from taking 16mg of bupe the past 24 months. i thought it would cure all my problems like before, i didnt. i think im kinda still feeling shitty coming off bupe even though i have another opiate in my system. i tried having a different girl friend then the 2 i truly love that i mentioned above, i tried goin to college, i tried reading, exercising, bowling, tennis, reconnecting with my father, hanging out with family, and when it came down to it i was just desolate when ever i had to be home alone. i sometimes cry for no reason. ive stopped eating. my only comfort is in the short oxy rush, and even that is ruined by all the anxiety i feel because i know at any moment my mom could walk in and it will destroy the only thing that keeps HER depression at bay; the fact that im clean. what really drove me to this was philosophy, reading things like descartes, simulation theory, plato, and books about religion. everything that i thought i knew went out the window. i want to believe in God so much, but it shattered my christianity. im lost. i dont know who or what i am, what love is, if anything can really be know for sure. ive called into question everything ive ever known. the only please i get is in the rush and food. im 5'9 and ive gained 30 lbs i went from 145 to 175. im not fat, but i should probably only way 160. i tried to bury all mt philosophical/ religious doubts by going out with my old girl who i love ( if love even means anything ) and she rejected me pretty bad. i dont blame her. i have nothing to offer anyone but my own confusion. i dont know anything anymore, i dont even know why we consider things to be good or bad. im in meaning wasteland of playing solitaire alone all day and shooting up. im so depressed. Has anyone ever come thru the anxiety of doubting everything they thought they knew, has anyone come back to solid ground. please help me. i could just cry and cry and cry. please help me. i think of death and depressing things all day and i cant do it anymore. someone please help.