mal3volent
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PTSD, flashbacks, night terrors, dissociation, canβt eat β¦ crying




PTSD, flashbacks, night terrors, dissociation, canβt eat β¦ crying
Gracias mamipacking up all the love and good vibes I can gather right now to send them to you!
Per express.
Sometimes crying helps.
Ayuda a limpiar el alma, my mom says.
I hope it does it for you.
Un abrazo
PTSD, flashbacks, night terrors, dissociation, canβt eat β¦ crying
Thank you so much @RobiPlease take care of yourself like you would a loved one suffering, lots of tea when you can't eat,loving internal praise for being the amazing person you are,warm baths when you awake from terrible dreams,focus on soft drumming music,and cry darling cry,no shame in it as you know,but we all care for you darling soul,I really sense this,and please know I'm open to private discussion, if you ever need of me.
Do you need a phone charger cord? What kind? I might be able to help you, just message meBeen in my head a lot this weekend. I've got another phone interview tomorrow with the oxford house tomorrow and i have to tell them that i still don't have a graduation date in the program that I'm in, and they've been holding my bed there. They are wanting me to drop out of the program so that I can hurry up and get into the program, and I understand that I just don't want to up and quit this program that I'm in because they won't write me any medicine if I decide to LOA/AMA. So I really want to finish this program because that would be the right thing to do, plus I'd get prescriptions for all of my meds, and that would include suboxone and nerountin.
Just trying to keep positive, and I know that something will work out if they tell me that they are going to have to give my spot to someone else. I have to look at it like there are multiple oxford houses around the city where I'm moving to after this, so just would be on a different part of the town.
I guess it gives me just stress and anxiety.
I also have an open bed in my room so means I'll get a new roommate and chances are they will be complete shit.
Just kind of stuck with these people holding my balls. Just easy to get worked up over this shit.
Also my cellphone charger cord broke, the little end came out and there ain't no way i can put it back together, so I'm having to use a 4 inch charging cord so I can't really do nothing while my phone charges. I've got 2 power banks so I can maybe rotate using those at night, and just put them on the charge before i go to bed or something.
Hehe youβre funny
What in the shit have y'all done with my beautiful, perfectly symmetrical buttons and banners!
I blame @Ds cause he's the closest mod I see, but, I think I know in my heart that it was @AngelsandFairiesarereal who made the TDS banner asymmetrical
My life certainly took a different course than yours but I also tried coke and H iv when I was 19, though not together. Luckily I never liked coke .. but when I was told "you don't get any more H" I couldn't help myself but cry then and there. I'll never forget the humiliation, nor the next day I spent writhing on the floor in pain... But never dared to find my own sources until recently. So during the following years I achieved almost all my goals in life, job, marriage, kids... I even reached a certain happiness for a while.Longtime lurker. Don't want to post my own thread but feeling down and defeated and like sharing.
First time I ever tried cocaine or heroin I was 19, and it was an IV speedball with some kids I had met in jail. Everyone that was in that car or that I hung with in that point of my life is dead now. 10+ people. They were all mostly heroin addicts that would enjoy the occasional zoot from a coke shot. I took straight to the the cocaine and ran with it hard for over 10 years now. I've been to prison because of it, have absolutely wrecked many familial and romantic relationships. Whether immediately, or within a few days, every cent I make is spent on fentanyl and crack. Neither of which I particularly enjoy anymore, after 10 years of heavy cocaine abuse, I'm lucky if I don't nose dive deep into psychosis after just my first hit. I do the fentanyl to try to combat the overstim but nothing really can.
Have been to 8 rehabs and countless detoxes. Had a period of sobriety once for about 6 months but wasn't really able to achieve any longterm happiness. My ex wants to be with me but is sick of watching me kill myself and make genuine promises that I truly believe and the time but am quickly unable to keep.
It's always fun to think that if you had enough money, then drug addiction wouldn't actually be an issue. It's only an issue if ur broke, right? Not even close. Even when I ran a successful business, it still means waking up sick every morning, but somehow that's tolerable when you know you have a shot waiting. And in some sick way, maybe even a little enjoyable because the contrast from sick to faded is way better than sober to faded. But inevitably, even with all the money, you find yourself sick and squirming and cursing yourself.
Reflecting on the past ten years is a painful experience. I'll turn 30 this year and have nothing to show for myself. I'm back in my mother's basement, no job, no prospects. All my friends online are tying the knot and having kids and here I am about to take an Uber to the city and spend my last 100 bucks on crack and dope. Just so sick of it