i've had a few relapses with heroin and right now i am detoxing from my longest and most intense relapse since the summer of 2013.
i forgot how much this shit strips your soul. i forgot how much nothing it fills you up with. when you're using you dont realize.
you think you're happy and high and having a good time, and even when you're not dopesick you think you're "normal" but youre not.
the past 2 months i've lost interest and motivation for EVERYTHING.
even on nights out with my friends i wouldnt be having so much fun because i was too caught up in opiate land. and i would also be looking forward to go going home because i knew a hit was waiting for me there. a nice hit, some music, and a cigarette. dont get me wrong, i love doing that its the most peaceful thing imaginable. but all the shit that comes along with it is just not worth it.
friday night, the last night of using, before me and my friends went out i got high. my friend came over a little early and until the last second before we went out i was just laying on my bed and my friend was like "dude whats up with you lately?". he didnt get why i was just laying there, not even excited to go out.
right now i'm feeling emotions i havent felt in months, because i've been high 24/7 for two months. although my brain has not yet mentally recovered, i still feel this sense of excitement that i havent felt in a while.
it's nice to feel a sense of reality again.
i forgot how much this shit strips your soul. i forgot how much nothing it fills you up with. when you're using you dont realize.
you think you're happy and high and having a good time, and even when you're not dopesick you think you're "normal" but youre not.
the past 2 months i've lost interest and motivation for EVERYTHING.
even on nights out with my friends i wouldnt be having so much fun because i was too caught up in opiate land. and i would also be looking forward to go going home because i knew a hit was waiting for me there. a nice hit, some music, and a cigarette. dont get me wrong, i love doing that its the most peaceful thing imaginable. but all the shit that comes along with it is just not worth it.
friday night, the last night of using, before me and my friends went out i got high. my friend came over a little early and until the last second before we went out i was just laying on my bed and my friend was like "dude whats up with you lately?". he didnt get why i was just laying there, not even excited to go out.
right now i'm feeling emotions i havent felt in months, because i've been high 24/7 for two months. although my brain has not yet mentally recovered, i still feel this sense of excitement that i havent felt in a while.
it's nice to feel a sense of reality again.