birdup.snaildown
Greenlighter
Over 11 weeks sober now. No drugs. No alcohol. I promised to do a year sober, but I can't do that. So I bargained it down to when we get pregnant. Gonna start trying at the end of march. So that's over 6 months total assuming it doesn't take us long. Managed to hit the bullseye on the first attempt last time, but that was over 2 years ago and I'm nearly 40 now.
When we had our first kid, I did 3 months sober leading up to conception cause I read that was good for sperm quality and what not... Pretty sure that's the longest I've ever gone without any drugs, including alcohol - over the course of 20 years.
When I get around the 3 month mark, it starts feeling like I've been wandering through the desert. I'm tired and depressed and demotivated. I feel like every day I'm forcing myself to be someone that I'm not and that just beats my spirit into the ground... but maybe that's the devil on my shoulder whispering bullshit into my ear to get me to relapse.
The first couple of weeks was brutal. Then I was fine for a couple of months and now I'm itching again. It always happens like this. The 3 month is haunting me. Maybe it's because all the shit is out of my system now and I'm not used to being clean. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just fucking weak. I don't know why this happens. I don't know what to do.
I need to get my life sorted out, but I'm putting all this pressure on myself to do it sober and it's exhausting. When I'm high, I always think life will be easier sober... but it isn't. I'm not motivated. I'm still depressed. All my problems still exist. Getting sober hasn't magically fixed everything.
This was never meant to be permanent. I wanted to reset dependency (and tolerance) before I returned to drug use. I wanted to teach myself to be motivated without uppers and to relax without downers... but I haven't taught myself shit. I'm just not motivated and I'm stressed the fuck out all the time. Most of all though, I'm so fucking tired. I don't know how to get shit down without drugs as an incentive. There is no reward for doing the right thing. I don't know how the fuck sober folks do this every day of their lives.
I guess I've got decades of dependency to unwind and maybe I can't expect that to happen in 3 months? But I'm afraid of how long it will take. Will I ever get out of this loop? Do I really want to? I feel like I've lost myself. I'm confused and miserable. The only thing stopping me from relapsing is my family. I can't let them down. But, they don't understand.
I've fucked up for so long now that they're all ready to give up on me. I feel like I have to be perfect or that's it... which is bullshit, because they're not fucking perfect. But I'm the one addicted to drugs which means I'm the only one that has to fix my shit. If I was fat, they'd just look the other way more or less until I developed diabetes.
It's getting worse every day at the moment. I don't know how I'm going to feel in 6 months. If it keeps going like this, I'm going to be a fucking train wreck... and then how hard will I relapse? Am I going to start slamming H again?
I get nobody can answer any of these questions.
I guess I just needed to vent.
I'm not used to life without drugs. It's a scary fucking world when you can't chemically control your perception... and I'm sure that's not what people want to hear. It sounds like I'm saying that sobriety sucks, but that's not it. Extreme sobriety sucks. So does extreme drug use. I've always wanted to maintain some level of moderation. I don't want to be high and drunk all the time, but I've got an addictive personality and I know that once I start drinking or smoking I just keep fucking going and the days blur into weeks... and the weeks into months...
I can't maintain sobriety and I can't maintain moderation so I guess I'm destined to just be a lifelong fuck up and a burden on everyone around me. Then again, maybe this is just me starting to slip. Maybe this is me deciding to slip. Maybe this is all an elaborate justification for my inevitable failure.
I suspect that I do these extreme periods of sobriety to justify relapsing. If I devoted as much will powr to moderating my behavior, maybe I'd be successful. I haven't always been drowning in drugs. Like everyone else, I get high more often when I'm depressed... but I don't know how to fix my depression. Now that I'm sober, I'm more depressed.
I'm proud of my 11 weeks, but a lot of people probably think it's pathetic that I'm counting. Maybe it is pathetic that this is the best I can do... and that it's such a struggle. When I said I was going to do a year of sobriety, I said that so my wife didn't leave me because I was in a really bad place. I really believed I could do a year, but I know now that I can't.
A year of sobriety (for me) is like a couch potato climbing Everest.
I'm too weak to be strong.
Sorry for the TL;DR
When we had our first kid, I did 3 months sober leading up to conception cause I read that was good for sperm quality and what not... Pretty sure that's the longest I've ever gone without any drugs, including alcohol - over the course of 20 years.
When I get around the 3 month mark, it starts feeling like I've been wandering through the desert. I'm tired and depressed and demotivated. I feel like every day I'm forcing myself to be someone that I'm not and that just beats my spirit into the ground... but maybe that's the devil on my shoulder whispering bullshit into my ear to get me to relapse.
The first couple of weeks was brutal. Then I was fine for a couple of months and now I'm itching again. It always happens like this. The 3 month is haunting me. Maybe it's because all the shit is out of my system now and I'm not used to being clean. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just fucking weak. I don't know why this happens. I don't know what to do.
I need to get my life sorted out, but I'm putting all this pressure on myself to do it sober and it's exhausting. When I'm high, I always think life will be easier sober... but it isn't. I'm not motivated. I'm still depressed. All my problems still exist. Getting sober hasn't magically fixed everything.
This was never meant to be permanent. I wanted to reset dependency (and tolerance) before I returned to drug use. I wanted to teach myself to be motivated without uppers and to relax without downers... but I haven't taught myself shit. I'm just not motivated and I'm stressed the fuck out all the time. Most of all though, I'm so fucking tired. I don't know how to get shit down without drugs as an incentive. There is no reward for doing the right thing. I don't know how the fuck sober folks do this every day of their lives.
I guess I've got decades of dependency to unwind and maybe I can't expect that to happen in 3 months? But I'm afraid of how long it will take. Will I ever get out of this loop? Do I really want to? I feel like I've lost myself. I'm confused and miserable. The only thing stopping me from relapsing is my family. I can't let them down. But, they don't understand.
I've fucked up for so long now that they're all ready to give up on me. I feel like I have to be perfect or that's it... which is bullshit, because they're not fucking perfect. But I'm the one addicted to drugs which means I'm the only one that has to fix my shit. If I was fat, they'd just look the other way more or less until I developed diabetes.
It's getting worse every day at the moment. I don't know how I'm going to feel in 6 months. If it keeps going like this, I'm going to be a fucking train wreck... and then how hard will I relapse? Am I going to start slamming H again?
I get nobody can answer any of these questions.
I guess I just needed to vent.
I'm not used to life without drugs. It's a scary fucking world when you can't chemically control your perception... and I'm sure that's not what people want to hear. It sounds like I'm saying that sobriety sucks, but that's not it. Extreme sobriety sucks. So does extreme drug use. I've always wanted to maintain some level of moderation. I don't want to be high and drunk all the time, but I've got an addictive personality and I know that once I start drinking or smoking I just keep fucking going and the days blur into weeks... and the weeks into months...
I can't maintain sobriety and I can't maintain moderation so I guess I'm destined to just be a lifelong fuck up and a burden on everyone around me. Then again, maybe this is just me starting to slip. Maybe this is me deciding to slip. Maybe this is all an elaborate justification for my inevitable failure.
I suspect that I do these extreme periods of sobriety to justify relapsing. If I devoted as much will powr to moderating my behavior, maybe I'd be successful. I haven't always been drowning in drugs. Like everyone else, I get high more often when I'm depressed... but I don't know how to fix my depression. Now that I'm sober, I'm more depressed.
I'm proud of my 11 weeks, but a lot of people probably think it's pathetic that I'm counting. Maybe it is pathetic that this is the best I can do... and that it's such a struggle. When I said I was going to do a year of sobriety, I said that so my wife didn't leave me because I was in a really bad place. I really believed I could do a year, but I know now that I can't.
A year of sobriety (for me) is like a couch potato climbing Everest.
I'm too weak to be strong.
Sorry for the TL;DR