Silenced
Bluelighter
I often wonder how this all happened... I feel like Ive failed myself and everyone around me... No one suspects me being a dopey other than my immediate family that knows Im a needle user.
It all started when my grandpa died... I just couldnt handle it. I fealt complete emptiness... And lots of other memories came up, a lot I wish I could have forgotten, but my grandpa was always there no matter what, so through the bad, I remembered. I loved him so much... And shortly after he passed, my beloved animal friend had to die at a young age out of no where, just foundem dead. My emotions have been sucked away into an empty state of terror.
It started at taking more. Then I had to get some elsewhere because Id run out. I started snorting opana... It was my heaven! This new found state of euphoria and pain free world Id never been to before. I was in heaven! Soon, Id find even a 40mg wasnt enough... That stuff is expensive! Pain ruled my life.. Mentally and physically... I could easily get opioids with my condition. Ah! Now I have even more goodies... Needle here we come! Omg! That euphoria and pain free world again... Is this heaven? And then reality sinks in... Uh oh coming down and onto withdrawal... Hurting so much... Feeling like death....
I know I have mental issues which I should seek help for, but I don't want to be labeled a crazy. I especially have extreme paranoia issues. The only person Ive ever told detail to is my husband.
Some of my family has pushed me off as a junkie and just say terrible things about me. Others are more supportive.
I guess I should have listened to everyon else who said the same thing 'That would never happen to me'. I was am lost in a world not known... Im out and in withdrawal right now... Feeling terribly sad and wondering whether I should get dope or just wait this one out... Money is tight... Ugh, that struggle. I just wan to cry. So sad seeing my lover and I so miserable.
Why did I do this to myself? Can I accept this and just await the OD? Sh
It all started when my grandpa died... I just couldnt handle it. I fealt complete emptiness... And lots of other memories came up, a lot I wish I could have forgotten, but my grandpa was always there no matter what, so through the bad, I remembered. I loved him so much... And shortly after he passed, my beloved animal friend had to die at a young age out of no where, just foundem dead. My emotions have been sucked away into an empty state of terror.
It started at taking more. Then I had to get some elsewhere because Id run out. I started snorting opana... It was my heaven! This new found state of euphoria and pain free world Id never been to before. I was in heaven! Soon, Id find even a 40mg wasnt enough... That stuff is expensive! Pain ruled my life.. Mentally and physically... I could easily get opioids with my condition. Ah! Now I have even more goodies... Needle here we come! Omg! That euphoria and pain free world again... Is this heaven? And then reality sinks in... Uh oh coming down and onto withdrawal... Hurting so much... Feeling like death....
I know I have mental issues which I should seek help for, but I don't want to be labeled a crazy. I especially have extreme paranoia issues. The only person Ive ever told detail to is my husband.
Some of my family has pushed me off as a junkie and just say terrible things about me. Others are more supportive.
I guess I should have listened to everyon else who said the same thing 'That would never happen to me'. I was am lost in a world not known... Im out and in withdrawal right now... Feeling terribly sad and wondering whether I should get dope or just wait this one out... Money is tight... Ugh, that struggle. I just wan to cry. So sad seeing my lover and I so miserable.
Why did I do this to myself? Can I accept this and just await the OD? Sh
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