oliveira wrote:At the beginning we're able to convince ourselves we're just feeling like it. It's just that we start feeling like it all the time. On Monday morning, for instance. Or with our loved one next to us. Or when visiting our mother. We convince ourselves it's fine to do some drugs before going to work. Because our illness of addiction is telling us lies, and we can't find the strength to say "no" and face the painful truth. It takes reaching the rock bottom to realise that we have been lying to ourselves. We end up hurting a lot of people, including ourselves. The ones we love best normally end up suffering the most.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Today I came to work sober and just felt completely stuck: "I can't possibly do my work without pills. I just need one so I'm in a good mood and will start being productive and creative and get something accomplished. I haven't done anything good in weeks -- if I just have a couple pills in me I can get caught up and then get clean for good this time." Like a gambling addict who's 100 grand in the hole and if he can just win this next hand it will turn it all around and everything will be just fine.
People I love and have always felt comfortable around -- nope, can't be around them sober: "I'll be too quiet and too nervous and I might say the wrong thing and what if I'm not entertaining or cool enough and he stops liking me. I can't lose him too. I'll just do this one pill tonight so he will think of me as pretty and happy and warm and not the sick dessicated corpse I will be tomorrow."
Being a drug addict is hard work too. I mean I'm not like a Trainspotting-level addict, I'm not out robbing old ladies for cash, but I am constantly running around trying to scrape together enough money to stay well, and even when you've got it you're dealing with flaky dealers who don't answer the phone or aren't holding when you most need it, or IOPs that are all of a sudden having shipping issues, or UPS losing your package and you're sitting there sweating and nauseous trying not to beat the $#%^ out of the poor UPS clerk, etc. And when you're sick and desperate you start making stupid choices, bothering your friends to the point where they must hate you, asking people you barely know and who you don't even trust, posting on the shadiest forums ever, trying to organize things at work & at your parents house. You stop even trying to hide it. It's exhausting.
All to try not to get sick to the point where you can't function, because then you will lose your job & your friends, and your family will find out, and everyone will know, and your life will fall apart.
What's scares me is the thought that maybe that's what it will take for me to stop. Losing everything. Life falling apart. It already seems to be happening so fast and it feels out of my control. I'm more scared than I have ever been and ironically the only thing that makes me feel in control and safe is being high. I guess that's partly what you mean when you say it lies to you. It feels it's protecting you and making you stronger while all the while it's sucking everything away.
Thank you for talking to me. It feels good to stop for even five minutes and take a look at what's happening before I dive right back into it again. I wish I could say I wasn't going to but I don't know what else to do.