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hello.
this is weird for me. i don't like asking for help, especially from strangers. (even though i would never hesitate to give it...) but this is just too much.
i am on naltrexone therapy. the last time i used heroin was 12/07/2010. courtesy of this pellet in my abdomen, i am unable to get high on my drug of choice, and for almost the entire time i've been off it (except the first couple weeks of course) i have not even missed it. sobriety has had the "newness" to it that using once did. everything was exciting again, just FEELING was a thrill. i have enjoyed building a life, finding outlets for my creativity and emotions instead of deadening them. i have considered myself happy, something i never was, not even before drugs.
after getting off opiates, i slowly cut everything else out too. i haven't smoked weed in ~4 months, haven't had a drink in about a month. i took .5mg of xanax a few weeks ago and it was sufficient for me to remember that there is a reason i don't do that shit. i even quit smoking cigarettes, cold turkey, and was extremely proud of myself for it. alcohol was never a problem for me; a single beer would mess me up (i'm a little dude) and it was not difficult to stop after that. i just don't like the feeling. same goes for weed, though that i kept up daily for many years, due mostly to boredom and lack of imagination. the point is, i don't miss any of it. i have relished sobriety and have transformed myself, inside and out, over the last five and a half months. there were periods when it was difficult, sure. seeing or talking to friends that i know to still be using dope sucks. but generally speaking, it hasn't provoked cravings, instead serving to remind me why i quit in the first place, and reinforcing my gratitude. all in all, life has been better than it has ever been for me.
and then, out of nowhere, the cravings came back. i mean, serious, overwhelming, spilling-over-into-every-thought cravings. imagining the entire process, from tearing the bag open to sticking myself. i swear to god, at times it feels like i'm actually on it again, so clear is the feeling, that sense of fuzzy safety and oblivion. i'm smoking cigarettes again (which only serves to make me feel like a failure...it's not like nicotine is doing anything to alleviate the desire for dope.) my alarm and depression over this are so great that i can barely motivate myself to leave the apartment, to take care of myself, to cook. i have just been sitting inside, wishing i liked alcohol, wishing the implant wasn't in me, lurking the OD and DC forums, whetting my appetite further. i have vaguely considered killing myself.
i don't know what to do, why this is happening. i have no one in my "real" life i can turn to. i don't even know that i want this to stop, really. i have found my ennui comfortable, like an old blanket, and slipping back into it is a relief all its own.
i guess i do want it to end, or else i wouldn't be doing this, posting my desperation on the internet for all to see. i don't know. i am so conflicted. the sea change in my thinking/feeling has really thrown me. i just don't know what to make of it. but i know one thing: i am fucking scared.
'cause here's the thing: this isn't the first time i've been on naltrexone therapy. and last time, well, this right here...this is how it started to fall apart.
this is weird for me. i don't like asking for help, especially from strangers. (even though i would never hesitate to give it...) but this is just too much.
i am on naltrexone therapy. the last time i used heroin was 12/07/2010. courtesy of this pellet in my abdomen, i am unable to get high on my drug of choice, and for almost the entire time i've been off it (except the first couple weeks of course) i have not even missed it. sobriety has had the "newness" to it that using once did. everything was exciting again, just FEELING was a thrill. i have enjoyed building a life, finding outlets for my creativity and emotions instead of deadening them. i have considered myself happy, something i never was, not even before drugs.
after getting off opiates, i slowly cut everything else out too. i haven't smoked weed in ~4 months, haven't had a drink in about a month. i took .5mg of xanax a few weeks ago and it was sufficient for me to remember that there is a reason i don't do that shit. i even quit smoking cigarettes, cold turkey, and was extremely proud of myself for it. alcohol was never a problem for me; a single beer would mess me up (i'm a little dude) and it was not difficult to stop after that. i just don't like the feeling. same goes for weed, though that i kept up daily for many years, due mostly to boredom and lack of imagination. the point is, i don't miss any of it. i have relished sobriety and have transformed myself, inside and out, over the last five and a half months. there were periods when it was difficult, sure. seeing or talking to friends that i know to still be using dope sucks. but generally speaking, it hasn't provoked cravings, instead serving to remind me why i quit in the first place, and reinforcing my gratitude. all in all, life has been better than it has ever been for me.
and then, out of nowhere, the cravings came back. i mean, serious, overwhelming, spilling-over-into-every-thought cravings. imagining the entire process, from tearing the bag open to sticking myself. i swear to god, at times it feels like i'm actually on it again, so clear is the feeling, that sense of fuzzy safety and oblivion. i'm smoking cigarettes again (which only serves to make me feel like a failure...it's not like nicotine is doing anything to alleviate the desire for dope.) my alarm and depression over this are so great that i can barely motivate myself to leave the apartment, to take care of myself, to cook. i have just been sitting inside, wishing i liked alcohol, wishing the implant wasn't in me, lurking the OD and DC forums, whetting my appetite further. i have vaguely considered killing myself.
i don't know what to do, why this is happening. i have no one in my "real" life i can turn to. i don't even know that i want this to stop, really. i have found my ennui comfortable, like an old blanket, and slipping back into it is a relief all its own.
i guess i do want it to end, or else i wouldn't be doing this, posting my desperation on the internet for all to see. i don't know. i am so conflicted. the sea change in my thinking/feeling has really thrown me. i just don't know what to make of it. but i know one thing: i am fucking scared.
'cause here's the thing: this isn't the first time i've been on naltrexone therapy. and last time, well, this right here...this is how it started to fall apart.
