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Phoenix92885
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Forgive me for his rant....
I have known since I was 12 that I have an addictive personality. For me life has rarely been easy so at an early age I was desperate for an escape. I longed for a way out. No drug or substance has given me that but it did allow me to go numb for a span of time. I have tried to push away my guilt by claiming that I don't have a problem since I am not physically addicted to any one drug. When I say physically addicted, I mean that I don't go through withdrawals at least not since I was in high school. My addiction revolves around the world of pills. I wont list specifics but generally any narcotic I can get my hand on, I will take. I do admit to abusing over the counter sleeping aids and cough suppressants as well. I am not proud of this dark side of my life. I try to hide it or (and I'm even more ashamed to admit this) I share the "party favors" with friends and disguise it as occasional partying. Recently I had turned my life around and stopped the drugs. I have only been using sleep aids but at the appropriate dosages. Since February I had been doing well. I had minor slip ups till the past couple weeks.
Now in the past I have spun out of control but I had good people in my life to reach out to me and knock some sense into me. (Sometimes literally.) Thing is those good people were my father, mother and two closests friends. My dad died 9 months ago, my best friend recently betrayed me, and my mother has been diagnosed with cancer. I do have a significant other (my other best friend) but our relationship is complicated. He has recently been diagnosed with diabetes and a list of other ailments caused by it. I'm trying to take care of him and my mother while I grieve the loss of two people I loved deeply. I have now, like so many other times in my life, hit my breaking point.
I know all the cliches. That God doesn't give me more than I can handle and that I will be stronger for it. But I cannot shake the temptation any longer. I have once again dived into my hidden stash and just hope my mother and friend don't see the secret in my eyes. I have been praying for the healing of my mother and friend. Without them I would be worse off as impossible as that seems...
I guess what I am here for is support, guidance or just knowing that I am not alone in this. Thank you for listening.
Phoenix
I have known since I was 12 that I have an addictive personality. For me life has rarely been easy so at an early age I was desperate for an escape. I longed for a way out. No drug or substance has given me that but it did allow me to go numb for a span of time. I have tried to push away my guilt by claiming that I don't have a problem since I am not physically addicted to any one drug. When I say physically addicted, I mean that I don't go through withdrawals at least not since I was in high school. My addiction revolves around the world of pills. I wont list specifics but generally any narcotic I can get my hand on, I will take. I do admit to abusing over the counter sleeping aids and cough suppressants as well. I am not proud of this dark side of my life. I try to hide it or (and I'm even more ashamed to admit this) I share the "party favors" with friends and disguise it as occasional partying. Recently I had turned my life around and stopped the drugs. I have only been using sleep aids but at the appropriate dosages. Since February I had been doing well. I had minor slip ups till the past couple weeks.
Now in the past I have spun out of control but I had good people in my life to reach out to me and knock some sense into me. (Sometimes literally.) Thing is those good people were my father, mother and two closests friends. My dad died 9 months ago, my best friend recently betrayed me, and my mother has been diagnosed with cancer. I do have a significant other (my other best friend) but our relationship is complicated. He has recently been diagnosed with diabetes and a list of other ailments caused by it. I'm trying to take care of him and my mother while I grieve the loss of two people I loved deeply. I have now, like so many other times in my life, hit my breaking point.
I know all the cliches. That God doesn't give me more than I can handle and that I will be stronger for it. But I cannot shake the temptation any longer. I have once again dived into my hidden stash and just hope my mother and friend don't see the secret in my eyes. I have been praying for the healing of my mother and friend. Without them I would be worse off as impossible as that seems...
I guess what I am here for is support, guidance or just knowing that I am not alone in this. Thank you for listening.
Phoenix