OpiateKiller
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Lately I have been opening up more and more to this forum. A lot of people on here can relate to my struggles and it's nice to not be judged and to be understood. I try not to unload too much negativity, I try and give good helpful feedback and be nice to others. I don't like constantly talking of dark things, or promoting my problems. I believe this is a big reason AA type programs never really worked for me and I relapsed. I find it incredibly difficult to unload negative and self defeating thoughts to others. I feel a burden by creating negativity and most of the time I just tell people I'm good. Just a little side note / intro.
For some reason the last few years as I have been more frequently a daily dependent on Opiates, I have been randomly getting these absolute, vivid, horrific nightmares. Not like a typical, oh that was scary, you laugh and roll back over and go to sleep.
These nightmares are different. I wake up visibly shaken, I'm sweating, I have to turn the lights on, I'm in a full blown panic. They are so vivid and disturbing that it shakes me deep to my soul and usually remain awake for tat least 2 hours after they happen as I try and calm myself down.
I can first remember them happening when I was heavily addicted to a pure fentanyl addiction. This was about 3 years ago,. I came to chalk it up as my subconscious mind was telling me basically that I am near death, and it was warning me of it's fear for my life through these terrible dreams.
It's almost like opiates give me a guilty conscience, and part of me is living in fear for my life. The awake part is not, I don't really fear death. I have been through a lot of pain and while I have a desire to live and succeed and turn my life around, I do not fear it. The only reason I would fear my death is if there is a judgmental afterlife, which I feel I have not lived a life of enough service to others that I would go to hell for some of the things I have done to be honest. I don't really believe in religion, but I do believe in God.
I really wish I could break free from these or figure out why they are happening.
Tonight I just awoke to a very complicated night terror. Ultimately the TD;LR of this complex night terror was there was other people in my home and it was a messed up horror. I ended up almost killing someone for creeping on my sister. I found him in her room at night and I seriously hurt him, but it got more complex. I reached in his pocket and he had things of mine that were dangerous for my freedom. The police were on there way and he was smiling at me saying my days were numbered. There was more to it but I ended up getting arrested in the dream. I can't explain the rest honestly.
I do believe I have PTSD and wonder if this is part of these nightmares. I also wonder if recent benzo abuse has spiked my anxiety levels. I was using large quantities over the winter but haven't had any in about 2-3 weeks.
This year has been specifically challenging for me. This last relapse has been very hard on me. I used my excuse of being on suboxone to go on a horrible run this winter including stupid amounts of research chemicals, benzos, MDMA, heroin, cocaine and meth. I really tore myself up in recent months.
I am getting back to baseline and stabilizing on suboxone under I can switch to methadone. I just hate the fact I am living in fear in my mind. I can't explain why but it seems like I'm running away from myself - but obviously I can't succeed.
I don't know if I can quit suboxone again. The lethargy and the withdrawals are so long lasting I fear I can't make it with my mental weaknesses right now. I just want to go back and change the choices I've made but I can't.
I hope my life turns for the better soon. Between losing my job, the quarantine and self inflicted drug damage I really have had one of the worst years of my life. Just 3 months ago I had started a fresh success cycle. I ended up lying to a girl I had just met and been dating for a month, as I started texting my Ex again (the one I'm with now). I didn't really show emotion losing her, but I think by lying to her and losing her it really crushed my spirit. I didn't feel bad about it but I think deep down I was falling in love with her and sabotaged the relationship out of fear. Out of disappointing a girl I really had no business being with. A perfect soul, an angel. For the first month I gave her a glimpse of a real romance. I treated her the best I possibly could. I drove to her college to do her homework when she struggled, I bought her gifts, did everything I could to make her smile. Took her out to dinner, went to the mall with her. I always called and texted her motivation and positive things. She told me a few days before my ex texted me that she had never had a guy treat her like this in any of her relationships and she didn't know how to respond. I took pride in that I could be a great person and a compatible lover for someone. There rock. And then I destroyed everything we had going for us.
don't know why I typed all that and a lot of it is random information. Just wanted to vent and clear my mind before I try and go back to bed. A few times I have had a reoccurring nightmare the whole night, a specific nightmare carrying on 3 separate times I fell asleep. It was awful.
Hoping things look up. Ready for some changes and happiness to come back to me. I haven't been this sad or unmotivated for this long ever before in my life and it's a scary feeling.
Love all my BL family though and hope everyone is living life with happiness and love right now.
For some reason the last few years as I have been more frequently a daily dependent on Opiates, I have been randomly getting these absolute, vivid, horrific nightmares. Not like a typical, oh that was scary, you laugh and roll back over and go to sleep.
These nightmares are different. I wake up visibly shaken, I'm sweating, I have to turn the lights on, I'm in a full blown panic. They are so vivid and disturbing that it shakes me deep to my soul and usually remain awake for tat least 2 hours after they happen as I try and calm myself down.
I can first remember them happening when I was heavily addicted to a pure fentanyl addiction. This was about 3 years ago,. I came to chalk it up as my subconscious mind was telling me basically that I am near death, and it was warning me of it's fear for my life through these terrible dreams.
It's almost like opiates give me a guilty conscience, and part of me is living in fear for my life. The awake part is not, I don't really fear death. I have been through a lot of pain and while I have a desire to live and succeed and turn my life around, I do not fear it. The only reason I would fear my death is if there is a judgmental afterlife, which I feel I have not lived a life of enough service to others that I would go to hell for some of the things I have done to be honest. I don't really believe in religion, but I do believe in God.
I really wish I could break free from these or figure out why they are happening.
Tonight I just awoke to a very complicated night terror. Ultimately the TD;LR of this complex night terror was there was other people in my home and it was a messed up horror. I ended up almost killing someone for creeping on my sister. I found him in her room at night and I seriously hurt him, but it got more complex. I reached in his pocket and he had things of mine that were dangerous for my freedom. The police were on there way and he was smiling at me saying my days were numbered. There was more to it but I ended up getting arrested in the dream. I can't explain the rest honestly.
I do believe I have PTSD and wonder if this is part of these nightmares. I also wonder if recent benzo abuse has spiked my anxiety levels. I was using large quantities over the winter but haven't had any in about 2-3 weeks.
This year has been specifically challenging for me. This last relapse has been very hard on me. I used my excuse of being on suboxone to go on a horrible run this winter including stupid amounts of research chemicals, benzos, MDMA, heroin, cocaine and meth. I really tore myself up in recent months.
I am getting back to baseline and stabilizing on suboxone under I can switch to methadone. I just hate the fact I am living in fear in my mind. I can't explain why but it seems like I'm running away from myself - but obviously I can't succeed.
I don't know if I can quit suboxone again. The lethargy and the withdrawals are so long lasting I fear I can't make it with my mental weaknesses right now. I just want to go back and change the choices I've made but I can't.
I hope my life turns for the better soon. Between losing my job, the quarantine and self inflicted drug damage I really have had one of the worst years of my life. Just 3 months ago I had started a fresh success cycle. I ended up lying to a girl I had just met and been dating for a month, as I started texting my Ex again (the one I'm with now). I didn't really show emotion losing her, but I think by lying to her and losing her it really crushed my spirit. I didn't feel bad about it but I think deep down I was falling in love with her and sabotaged the relationship out of fear. Out of disappointing a girl I really had no business being with. A perfect soul, an angel. For the first month I gave her a glimpse of a real romance. I treated her the best I possibly could. I drove to her college to do her homework when she struggled, I bought her gifts, did everything I could to make her smile. Took her out to dinner, went to the mall with her. I always called and texted her motivation and positive things. She told me a few days before my ex texted me that she had never had a guy treat her like this in any of her relationships and she didn't know how to respond. I took pride in that I could be a great person and a compatible lover for someone. There rock. And then I destroyed everything we had going for us.
don't know why I typed all that and a lot of it is random information. Just wanted to vent and clear my mind before I try and go back to bed. A few times I have had a reoccurring nightmare the whole night, a specific nightmare carrying on 3 separate times I fell asleep. It was awful.
Hoping things look up. Ready for some changes and happiness to come back to me. I haven't been this sad or unmotivated for this long ever before in my life and it's a scary feeling.
Love all my BL family though and hope everyone is living life with happiness and love right now.