hi everyone. Im in need of some serious advice and/or your success stories if you relate. Ive never posted have always googled them seeking advice so i figured id give it a go because i desperatly need to talk to people going through similar shite.
I took my first xanax bar when i was around 17.. It helped us all get a little more fucked up an took away the hangovers so we could keep going. i started taking lorcets and somas sometimes too buem. I loved the benzos. I worry alot and used to have panic attacks when i was younger so these pills really made life easier for me. My family isnt the kind to put their kid on drugs so i never had a prescription. But i found em, my true love. I kept taking them and continued to drink heavily and started messing around with coke alot.. We would combine the two in the same lines alot to give that speedball kind of effect. Anyways this kind of lifestyle stayed a part of me till about a year ago. I started the quit/relapse process.. Ive been in so many e.r.'s i cant count just because i ran out or my dealer ran out of supply so id start a cold turkey withdrawal and on the 3rd day end up in the er. It has to be over thirty times i have gone through this cold turkey shock to my brain in the past 4 years. I really started heavily taking benzos when i found out my mom was doing heroin and smoking crack. My mom was my best friend and ever since we moved to texas we both just fell apart. We lived in nyc before and i hadnt even heard of xanax. Oddly enough my moms drug use just drove me to taking more drugs because i could cope with having to drive to the ghetto to pick her up when she was strung out and stranded or when she would make me look out the window for hours with her to show me the people outside hiding and watching her.. On pills it was just easier. I was a total functioning addict but at nighttime i got really fucked up. This continued up till last year. This year has been the worst. I have lost a job, got arrested, and wound up in a phsychiatric ward. This has all happened because of rink problem im sure of it. I can handle life just fine when i am on benzos it seems. But when i drink with them all breaks loose, i cut myself, get violent, and just get a taste of pure destruction. Ive attempted suicide a few times. First time being when i was 12 last time being a month ago. I have scars all over my body from stabbing and cutting myself. When i was in the psychiatric ward a month ago, they tried putting me on zoloft but i took it for 3 days and stopped because it scared me. I dont want to become addicted to another pill. I want to move on with my life. I met a great guy who has been so patient with me. I quit drinking and taking drugs but life seems harder. I have only been off of benzos for a month and i cant cope. I have horrible anxiety, i dont sleep right, i have no motivation whatsoever, not even to get up and shower, i have decided to move to another town where my family and boyfriend live, and its not a college party town like the one i live in now. Im hoping that will help but i have a feeling it wont. Im angrier than ive ever been and really really irratable. Definatly depressed but have good and bad days. I cant help but think i should get back on benzos now that i have quit drinking because i can at least get up out of bed, shower, feed myself and pay my bills.
My boyfriend and family dont want me back on them.
What the hell do i do.
I took my first xanax bar when i was around 17.. It helped us all get a little more fucked up an took away the hangovers so we could keep going. i started taking lorcets and somas sometimes too buem. I loved the benzos. I worry alot and used to have panic attacks when i was younger so these pills really made life easier for me. My family isnt the kind to put their kid on drugs so i never had a prescription. But i found em, my true love. I kept taking them and continued to drink heavily and started messing around with coke alot.. We would combine the two in the same lines alot to give that speedball kind of effect. Anyways this kind of lifestyle stayed a part of me till about a year ago. I started the quit/relapse process.. Ive been in so many e.r.'s i cant count just because i ran out or my dealer ran out of supply so id start a cold turkey withdrawal and on the 3rd day end up in the er. It has to be over thirty times i have gone through this cold turkey shock to my brain in the past 4 years. I really started heavily taking benzos when i found out my mom was doing heroin and smoking crack. My mom was my best friend and ever since we moved to texas we both just fell apart. We lived in nyc before and i hadnt even heard of xanax. Oddly enough my moms drug use just drove me to taking more drugs because i could cope with having to drive to the ghetto to pick her up when she was strung out and stranded or when she would make me look out the window for hours with her to show me the people outside hiding and watching her.. On pills it was just easier. I was a total functioning addict but at nighttime i got really fucked up. This continued up till last year. This year has been the worst. I have lost a job, got arrested, and wound up in a phsychiatric ward. This has all happened because of rink problem im sure of it. I can handle life just fine when i am on benzos it seems. But when i drink with them all breaks loose, i cut myself, get violent, and just get a taste of pure destruction. Ive attempted suicide a few times. First time being when i was 12 last time being a month ago. I have scars all over my body from stabbing and cutting myself. When i was in the psychiatric ward a month ago, they tried putting me on zoloft but i took it for 3 days and stopped because it scared me. I dont want to become addicted to another pill. I want to move on with my life. I met a great guy who has been so patient with me. I quit drinking and taking drugs but life seems harder. I have only been off of benzos for a month and i cant cope. I have horrible anxiety, i dont sleep right, i have no motivation whatsoever, not even to get up and shower, i have decided to move to another town where my family and boyfriend live, and its not a college party town like the one i live in now. Im hoping that will help but i have a feeling it wont. Im angrier than ive ever been and really really irratable. Definatly depressed but have good and bad days. I cant help but think i should get back on benzos now that i have quit drinking because i can at least get up out of bed, shower, feed myself and pay my bills.
My boyfriend and family dont want me back on them.
What the hell do i do.