shady4091
Bluelighter
As I lay here in bed for the fifth straight day, I feel the need to write to maintain my sanity, these last few days having drained what little I had to begin with. I feel completely broken, both mentally and physically. Although the crippling pain is beginning to subside, I feel completely devoid of the will power required to stave off this demon. This addiction is not as black and white as I once thought and those old words hold all too true. "Getting clean is easy, staying clean is the hard part". I never realized exactly how much those treturous opiates actually encompassed my lifestyle. Absolutely everything reminds me of them and I'm not able to do anything I used to enjoy. I can't play guitar because I used to get high and play guitar. I can't listen to music because I used to get high and listen to music. I can't read and I'm barely able to write this and maintain my anxiety.
What is to become of me when the boredom becomes overpowering? Idle hands are the devils play thing. What will happen if I succumb to the demon who promises to ease my pain? I know exactly what will happen. I'll destroy everything I've worked so hard to accomplish and the guilt will tear me apart. Back to square nothing, doomed to suffer the nightmare over and over again. So why do I do it? There's no simple answer to that question. I could say it's because I love the high, but is that enough to justify it? I firmly believe it goes much deeper than that. The drugs made me happier, more confident, more patient, and more creative than I've ever been before. Now my feet have been kicked out from under me and I must learn to walk again.
I should feel proud of myself for making it farther than I ever thought possible, but I just don't. Though the toxins may be flushed from my body, what will flush them from my mind? As long as I still feel powerless, useless and sad, I haven't really accomplished anything. So is this and early confession to a definite relapse, or a hopeful sign of peace for the future? I guess only time will tell.
- Sept 19/2010
So a little more information on me. I've just come off an approximately one year long poppy seed tea addiction. I was using near 2kg of bulk poppy seeds either every day or; more recently before I kicked, every other day. I'm only 5 days clean now and today is my first physically painless day, but as you may tell from my journal entry, the psychological pain feels just as crippling. I simply do not know what to do with myself. I'm sure this is a very common feeling among recovering addicts, I'm simply seeking comments from those who can relate and possible things they may have done to combat the depression. Thanks in advance!
What is to become of me when the boredom becomes overpowering? Idle hands are the devils play thing. What will happen if I succumb to the demon who promises to ease my pain? I know exactly what will happen. I'll destroy everything I've worked so hard to accomplish and the guilt will tear me apart. Back to square nothing, doomed to suffer the nightmare over and over again. So why do I do it? There's no simple answer to that question. I could say it's because I love the high, but is that enough to justify it? I firmly believe it goes much deeper than that. The drugs made me happier, more confident, more patient, and more creative than I've ever been before. Now my feet have been kicked out from under me and I must learn to walk again.
I should feel proud of myself for making it farther than I ever thought possible, but I just don't. Though the toxins may be flushed from my body, what will flush them from my mind? As long as I still feel powerless, useless and sad, I haven't really accomplished anything. So is this and early confession to a definite relapse, or a hopeful sign of peace for the future? I guess only time will tell.
- Sept 19/2010
So a little more information on me. I've just come off an approximately one year long poppy seed tea addiction. I was using near 2kg of bulk poppy seeds either every day or; more recently before I kicked, every other day. I'm only 5 days clean now and today is my first physically painless day, but as you may tell from my journal entry, the psychological pain feels just as crippling. I simply do not know what to do with myself. I'm sure this is a very common feeling among recovering addicts, I'm simply seeking comments from those who can relate and possible things they may have done to combat the depression. Thanks in advance!