I am alone on Xmas day. There's someone special in my life but I won't get to see my family.
The only Xmas present I could get for myself was 2 weeks clean.
It came with the price tag being more PTSD flashbacks and more pain and suffering.
I am ok with what I am going through because I know I am not going to live forever.
I am alive and thankful for that alone. Even as I break down in tears and have flashbacks that leave me in pieces.
I miss my dead friends (soul or body; neither is easy to cope with).
I miss my family. I miss how I felt on Suboxone. I miss knowing things were going to be ok. I miss my ability to keep it together.
I'm here if you want to talk
I don't expect anyone to understand what I am going trough. I just appreciate the opportunity to share.