Yesterday, after being up for the 3rd day from a Phenibut withdrawal (which I was mediating with alcohol in amounts I was very uncomfortable with) I realized that it was time to really come clean to myself and admit that my six month "controlled drinking" experiment had A: Never really felt right and B: was on a dangerous path C: Was fucking up my life. I came clean to my family (again) and they are very supportive. I just cannot keep doing this shit. Its not worth it, and I have way to much to give then to let drugs ruin it. Was my two years sober perfect? Fuck no. I was bored and depressed. But now I am still bored and depressed. I started out okay, then soon veered off course. Then once again it became "how do I get off and get this under control."
Well, it looks like I cannot get it under control. I need to stop abusing my body. Thankfully this time around the use was much shorter so the WD is not bad. I did go to the ER yesterday, just to get checked up (as I have seized once before). They gave me a small script of ativan that should tide me over, or at least keep me from seizing. It and the clonidine are holding me for the most part, but the insomnia is really getting too me. Tried to get into the doctors today, but the office was closed. Called the place where I am having my assessment done and they are having a nurse call me back. I really haven't slept much in over 5 days. Who knows what she can do for me?
Anyways, I should be able to go to work tomorrow. I plan on attending outpatient services. Now, I am not super crazy about the place we have in town, but I gotta make it work for now.
I am angry, relieved, excited, ashamed, ready to go and so glad that I have a supportive family. Just had to get this out there.
Over the past 12 years of my drug use, all I have proven to myself is that I can manage a habit and hardly function. I have a college degree, have worked in the field that I am interested in and enjoy (but only on the lowest levels). It has also felt "wrong" for at least a good half of that time (which really tells me how much of an addictive personality I have, I kept using for years and years while feeling uncomfortable about it). I know I need to get a masters degree and can easily do so much more with my life. Time for me to get real and grow up.
I have been clean before and can do it again. I am not going to beat myself over this relapse. It was dumb of me to think I could beat it, that I was different. But hopefully this is the final lesson that I need to learn.
Well, it looks like I cannot get it under control. I need to stop abusing my body. Thankfully this time around the use was much shorter so the WD is not bad. I did go to the ER yesterday, just to get checked up (as I have seized once before). They gave me a small script of ativan that should tide me over, or at least keep me from seizing. It and the clonidine are holding me for the most part, but the insomnia is really getting too me. Tried to get into the doctors today, but the office was closed. Called the place where I am having my assessment done and they are having a nurse call me back. I really haven't slept much in over 5 days. Who knows what she can do for me?
Anyways, I should be able to go to work tomorrow. I plan on attending outpatient services. Now, I am not super crazy about the place we have in town, but I gotta make it work for now.
I am angry, relieved, excited, ashamed, ready to go and so glad that I have a supportive family. Just had to get this out there.
Over the past 12 years of my drug use, all I have proven to myself is that I can manage a habit and hardly function. I have a college degree, have worked in the field that I am interested in and enjoy (but only on the lowest levels). It has also felt "wrong" for at least a good half of that time (which really tells me how much of an addictive personality I have, I kept using for years and years while feeling uncomfortable about it). I know I need to get a masters degree and can easily do so much more with my life. Time for me to get real and grow up.
I have been clean before and can do it again. I am not going to beat myself over this relapse. It was dumb of me to think I could beat it, that I was different. But hopefully this is the final lesson that I need to learn.
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