Hello all who may read this,
I have decided to start a blog, before I start my detox next week.
I thought if I did this I could:
a) get feedback from others who have gone through methamphetamine addiction
b) get my feelings out, hopefully it motivates me more and less likely to relapse.
Well, here's my story. I am Claire, from Melb, Australia. 22 yrs of age, I got into meth about six, six and a half years ago. It has pretty much fucked my life up, I was in denial for a long time until I had a big wake-up call after attempting suicide in July last year.
That motivated me to finally get some help, as I realised I did have a massive problem, I just didn't want to believe it at the time.
Anyway, clearly I did not stop using. I soon found out I was in a lot deeper than I realised, it was almost like an abusive boyfriend. One I loved with all my heart, treated me like crap but I always went running back.
My mother found out about my little issue a year ago, and since then has pretty much cut all ties with me, occasional text to see if im 'still alive.'
I know she cares, but its pretty discouraging when your own mother thinks you're hopeless! She dislikes my sister (18) & brother (14) talking to me. She thinks they will be 'influenced'.
Ha, if anything it would be the opposite, but she is quite naive about drug use, sure it IS my fault, I don't blame anybody else, but she doesn't support me at all, its pretty upsetting.
This Tuesday 16th December I have an appointment with a doctor to get some medical assistance (such as benzo's and an anti-depressant) to make the withdrawal a little easier. How much it will help, I have no idea, but I know I would have no chance doing it without them. It's not so much the physical effects, just the mental idea of having a little pill that'll help me kick it, makes me feel a lot more confident.
Also, reading the stories of others on here has definitely given me more hope.
People in even deeper than me have managed to get out and stay out.
I know that there IS a fair chance I could relapse early into it, but if I do(fingers crossed I don't!) I think I will only be more determined to not do it again, if anything. I'm human, we all make mistakes. I made a mistake of becoming dependent on a drug and denying my usage was a problem for over six years.
Having that been said, this is a chapter in my life I am quite happy to close, lock, and throw away the key. I start Tuesday (only 3 more days) and I am fucking scared shitless. I can't function without it, but I don't have a choice anymore.
I cannot physically do it to myself anymore, I need to get out NOW! before something truly serious happens, and it ain't far off..
I will post again Tuesday .. doctors appointment/first day off drugs.. I am dreading it yet looking forward to it at the exact same time.
X Claire
ps thanks everyone for the positive comments, i havent had any in about 20 hrs..plus been awake for 4 days..im in a shit mood where i cant see anything positive, argh, but those comments made me feel lots better
my mates fucked me around tonight..and hes done it before..that set me off..
i HATE ditchers thieves and liars..pretty sure hes all 3. hes gone from my life now, just wanted to see him one last time b4 i quit..but guess i aint that important to him after all ..
I have decided to start a blog, before I start my detox next week.
I thought if I did this I could:
a) get feedback from others who have gone through methamphetamine addiction
b) get my feelings out, hopefully it motivates me more and less likely to relapse.
Well, here's my story. I am Claire, from Melb, Australia. 22 yrs of age, I got into meth about six, six and a half years ago. It has pretty much fucked my life up, I was in denial for a long time until I had a big wake-up call after attempting suicide in July last year.
That motivated me to finally get some help, as I realised I did have a massive problem, I just didn't want to believe it at the time.
Anyway, clearly I did not stop using. I soon found out I was in a lot deeper than I realised, it was almost like an abusive boyfriend. One I loved with all my heart, treated me like crap but I always went running back.
My mother found out about my little issue a year ago, and since then has pretty much cut all ties with me, occasional text to see if im 'still alive.'
I know she cares, but its pretty discouraging when your own mother thinks you're hopeless! She dislikes my sister (18) & brother (14) talking to me. She thinks they will be 'influenced'.
Ha, if anything it would be the opposite, but she is quite naive about drug use, sure it IS my fault, I don't blame anybody else, but she doesn't support me at all, its pretty upsetting.
This Tuesday 16th December I have an appointment with a doctor to get some medical assistance (such as benzo's and an anti-depressant) to make the withdrawal a little easier. How much it will help, I have no idea, but I know I would have no chance doing it without them. It's not so much the physical effects, just the mental idea of having a little pill that'll help me kick it, makes me feel a lot more confident.
Also, reading the stories of others on here has definitely given me more hope.
People in even deeper than me have managed to get out and stay out.
I know that there IS a fair chance I could relapse early into it, but if I do(fingers crossed I don't!) I think I will only be more determined to not do it again, if anything. I'm human, we all make mistakes. I made a mistake of becoming dependent on a drug and denying my usage was a problem for over six years.
Having that been said, this is a chapter in my life I am quite happy to close, lock, and throw away the key. I start Tuesday (only 3 more days) and I am fucking scared shitless. I can't function without it, but I don't have a choice anymore.
I cannot physically do it to myself anymore, I need to get out NOW! before something truly serious happens, and it ain't far off..
I will post again Tuesday .. doctors appointment/first day off drugs.. I am dreading it yet looking forward to it at the exact same time.
X Claire
ps thanks everyone for the positive comments, i havent had any in about 20 hrs..plus been awake for 4 days..im in a shit mood where i cant see anything positive, argh, but those comments made me feel lots better
my mates fucked me around tonight..and hes done it before..that set me off..
i HATE ditchers thieves and liars..pretty sure hes all 3. hes gone from my life now, just wanted to see him one last time b4 i quit..but guess i aint that important to him after all ..
