shroomster
Bluelighter
Hello Bluelight,
It's been quite a while since I've had the luxury of browsing through the forums of bluelight, but I'm more than happy to be back.. Eight months ago and some change, I was admitted to a chemical abuse treatment center in Los Angeles, California for opiate and cocaine abuse. With my bags in hand, my cognition drifting towards oblivian and my body failing me, I was on my knees. Although it certainly was not my first trip to rehab, and was not my last time using, something inexplicable had happened; the white flag was raised; I had surrendered.
It would be futile to attempt to begin to describe the endeavor, or the struggle in which was necessary to complete the program (needless to say, I DID relapse during my stay...twice), but I can sincerely say, with confidence, that it was all very much worth the effort. Completion of any treatment program, in any treatment facility, despite expenses, or quality, is dispensable in regards to any amount of sobriety. I'm attempting to work some sort of 12 step program to keep myself from picking up and, once again, sabotoging any sort of progress I've made so far.
So here I am...sober. Now what? In my free time, I try to adhere to the hobbies I thought I had, or spend time with my parents as often as possible (I'm still surprised that bridge hasn't burned), maintain physical health, and relax when given the opportunity.
It's been 15 days out of rehab, and 14 in the half way house, and already the oh so familiar, volatile estrangement is beginning to fester. I don't understand; my schedule is filled, my free time limited and yet...I'm lonely, uncomfortable and frightened.
I promised myself I wouldn't pick up no matter what. This is the last house on the block. After this...Homeless.
How do I stay satisfied?
It's been quite a while since I've had the luxury of browsing through the forums of bluelight, but I'm more than happy to be back.. Eight months ago and some change, I was admitted to a chemical abuse treatment center in Los Angeles, California for opiate and cocaine abuse. With my bags in hand, my cognition drifting towards oblivian and my body failing me, I was on my knees. Although it certainly was not my first trip to rehab, and was not my last time using, something inexplicable had happened; the white flag was raised; I had surrendered.
It would be futile to attempt to begin to describe the endeavor, or the struggle in which was necessary to complete the program (needless to say, I DID relapse during my stay...twice), but I can sincerely say, with confidence, that it was all very much worth the effort. Completion of any treatment program, in any treatment facility, despite expenses, or quality, is dispensable in regards to any amount of sobriety. I'm attempting to work some sort of 12 step program to keep myself from picking up and, once again, sabotoging any sort of progress I've made so far.
So here I am...sober. Now what? In my free time, I try to adhere to the hobbies I thought I had, or spend time with my parents as often as possible (I'm still surprised that bridge hasn't burned), maintain physical health, and relax when given the opportunity.
It's been 15 days out of rehab, and 14 in the half way house, and already the oh so familiar, volatile estrangement is beginning to fester. I don't understand; my schedule is filled, my free time limited and yet...I'm lonely, uncomfortable and frightened.
I promised myself I wouldn't pick up no matter what. This is the last house on the block. After this...Homeless.
How do I stay satisfied?