jessrwhatalias
Greenlighter
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- Aug 22, 2016
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I'm a frequent flyer on here, I've read many many threads, but never made an account. At last, here I am!
I'm 19 and addicted to cocaine. I have a "normal" (non abusive, 2 parents with degrees and jobs, never had to struggle for anything) upper-middle class family. But somehow, I ended up living with an emotionally abusive boyfriend quite literally on the wrong side of the tracks. Until I was 18 (7 months ago when we met), I only knew a few people who even smoked pot, and had only heard of one person (the ex husband of a neighbor) being an addict. But again, here I am, up at 6:30 am, have to be at my great paying management job in 3 hours, coked out of my brains. I'm bagging up .5 to take to work tomorrow so I don't come down while I'm there. I have to stop. I'm ruining my career, my relationship with my family, have lost every single one of my friends, I'm destroying my bank account and my body. I don't know how this happened. It seemed edgy and fun at first, listening to trap music and cutting the coke my boyfriend was selling with whatever white pills we had. Trying a line here and there. "What if I get addicted?" I joked to him. He was only selling, had never even tried it until his best friend commited suicide 4 months ago, and we havent been to sleep before 4am since then. We constantly scream and say horrible things to each other now, I've left him 3 times and he's kicked me out once, only for me to be back less than 5 hours later. We used to have such a wholesome and loving relationship, I truly believe if we can both sober up we will be just fine. He tends to over do it and put 7 grams (yes, SEVEN) of pure white girl in his nose at least twice a week, sending both of us into a panic, worried about OD'ing. He's currently knocked out on the couch after one of our worst fights, and his worst binges ever. He wanted to call an ambulance but then thought we would go to jail if they came. He's not sweating or convulsing or showing any signs of OD right now so I'm not -too- worried. To those of you reading, thanks for sticking around and reading my coked out this-doesnt-even-make-sense rant. Please reply and let me know someone or anyone is there because in real life I have NO ONE.
The point I was attempting to make: any tips on how to WANT to quit? I'm more than aware that I need to, I just don't want to. I love the high. I love the excitement. How the hell do I get past this, and back to my normal life?
I'm 19 and addicted to cocaine. I have a "normal" (non abusive, 2 parents with degrees and jobs, never had to struggle for anything) upper-middle class family. But somehow, I ended up living with an emotionally abusive boyfriend quite literally on the wrong side of the tracks. Until I was 18 (7 months ago when we met), I only knew a few people who even smoked pot, and had only heard of one person (the ex husband of a neighbor) being an addict. But again, here I am, up at 6:30 am, have to be at my great paying management job in 3 hours, coked out of my brains. I'm bagging up .5 to take to work tomorrow so I don't come down while I'm there. I have to stop. I'm ruining my career, my relationship with my family, have lost every single one of my friends, I'm destroying my bank account and my body. I don't know how this happened. It seemed edgy and fun at first, listening to trap music and cutting the coke my boyfriend was selling with whatever white pills we had. Trying a line here and there. "What if I get addicted?" I joked to him. He was only selling, had never even tried it until his best friend commited suicide 4 months ago, and we havent been to sleep before 4am since then. We constantly scream and say horrible things to each other now, I've left him 3 times and he's kicked me out once, only for me to be back less than 5 hours later. We used to have such a wholesome and loving relationship, I truly believe if we can both sober up we will be just fine. He tends to over do it and put 7 grams (yes, SEVEN) of pure white girl in his nose at least twice a week, sending both of us into a panic, worried about OD'ing. He's currently knocked out on the couch after one of our worst fights, and his worst binges ever. He wanted to call an ambulance but then thought we would go to jail if they came. He's not sweating or convulsing or showing any signs of OD right now so I'm not -too- worried. To those of you reading, thanks for sticking around and reading my coked out this-doesnt-even-make-sense rant. Please reply and let me know someone or anyone is there because in real life I have NO ONE.
The point I was attempting to make: any tips on how to WANT to quit? I'm more than aware that I need to, I just don't want to. I love the high. I love the excitement. How the hell do I get past this, and back to my normal life?


