THECATINTHEHAT
Bluelighter
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- Oct 17, 2005
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Do you want to turn it around?
Thank you so much! I love that most people on here are so supportive and understanding. As far as my family goes though, I love them more than anything in the world, but this is definitely something that I have to deal with mostly alone, or through the support of strangers on the internetp Only three of my friends are addicts, and one of them has actually been sober for about a year, and my mom routinely refers to them as 'scum of the earth,' and views addiction as a choice. Although each one of them had very hard lives (especially compared to me), she would only blame them for me getting involved if she ever found out, even though it is 100% not their faults; additionally, when I was 3 (I'm 29 now), I apparently tried to sneak wearing a different outfit then my mom had picked out for me and tried to get my aunt to side with me, all through high school, college, and even now, I was labelled the 'trouble-maker,' 'liar,' 'sneak,' ect..., and I never knew why since I was a REALLY good kid (yes, I took pills occasionally as a teenager, however, I was given those by my parents, so I wasn't sneaking off and doing drugs, drinking or having sex), I found out when I was in my mid-twenties from my mom, that because of what I did at 3, they had 'realized,' at that point that I was an 'untrustworthy liar,' and for that, I was labelled that my entire life. My extended family was always told that that was the 'kind of person I was,' and so were my brothers as we were growing up. So I am already the outcast of my family for something I did when I was three (I swear this is true and not exaggerated, my parents believe that you are born with a certain personality and it shows at a young age). The point of that story being, if they can't forgive me for something I did when I was three years old, I cannot even begin to imagine the how they will treat me, should they ever find out about my drug use.
Yes, they gave me pain pills as a teenager, but that was their idea, so it was okay and just a way to save money from taking me to the doctor when I had a migraine or whatever. So I was allowed to have those, but finding out that I shove them up my nose, spend the amount of money I do, buy them illegally, and even do h when I don't have any other options, I'm afraid would really permanently cement my status as the 'loser' of the family (despite all of my other positive qualities), and that's not something I want, literally at all, since I have been fighting against that label my whole life. I realize that I have made some very poor choices in regards to my drug use, and its messed with me enough not to have my family look at me sideways, especially since they are all very, very, very conservative and the worst they've ever done is get tipsy at a New Year's Eve party.
As far as still getting something from the drugs, the most I can say is that I am just scared of not feeling 'normal,' as i've pretty much forgotten what its like to go even a day without them. For almost two years now, I've done at least five a day, with a few exceptions here and there of only doing two or three. Financially, emotionally, I am more than ready to quit, because I don't get high anymore, but its merely out of fear that I will change and not be 'me,' (which is crazy), anymore if I quit. And then there's the fact that I'm a giant wimp when it comes to w/d. I've thought long and hard about shooting up b/c I don't feel anything from snorting them anymore, but I have managed to stay away from it because I've seen my friends that shoot up, I'm deathly afraid of messing up my veins and having doctors know what I'm doing when I go in for whatever reason, and I know that eventually that will lose its ability to get me high as well, while leaving me with an even worse habit...I keep telling myself that I can't really get much worse, but I know that is a lie, as I'm still able to mostly steer clear of h, unless I absolutely can't find any rs, and I haven't crossed that line of banging them. I feel like if I ever cross that line, I won't be able to hide it anymore, and the fact that I've been thinking about it more and more, makes me realize that I've come to the end of the road where I either have to quit or I'm going to really, truly screw up my life, my job and my relationship with my family. Whether or not I can actually have the will power to quit, is another question that I really don't know the answer to, since more than wanting to quit, is wishing I could maintain the status quo that I have right now, but also feel the way I did when I did them three years ago, and I know that isn't possible and isn't what I "should," be wanting, like every other addict, I regret the day I ever started this crap, is what it ultimately comes down to, but that's water under the bridge.
I'm tired of my dad saying I'm useless. I know I'm not, he's just angry because I'm missing school days. My parents are so stupid! My mom is addicted to alcohol, all she does is cry and yell like that's gonna make me go to school.
If only they would accept the fact that I just can't go to school everyday, our lives would be so much better.
Would like to go all out cunt on a few people on this forum but feel I should contain myself as I might like to contribute to it in an official capacity again at some point in the future.
Some supposed adults that act with less reason than a three year old![]()
Feel down. Am I the only one who isn't out clubbing. I'm 34, single parent, on my own - and holiday weekend remind me of this,,,, Everyone out but me, would really like to talk to someone as I'm feeling quite alone right now. I have tried so damn hard to be happy for others. I knew it was bank holiday n I wished them all a good night now I'm d****** n thinking, how the hell do I be happy for others when NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY to be caring n nice to others, it's NEVER enough, NEVER enoughhhh....
Si frustrated.... I know it's a small thing in comparison but 5 years is a long time to feel lonely n on the outside looking in....
Sorry people, but I needed to put my vented feelings on "paper."
Evey xxxx