so, i am currently try un-addict myself from painkillers. i first posted about a month ago when i knew that i ought to stop taking these pills as they were destroying my health, along with all kinds of other things. however, i also had to recognise that i really didn't want to stop taking them - i just wasn't ready and didn't want to let go of my security blank,
then, just over a week ago, something changed. i started to believe that i really didn't want to get off these things. my initial plan was to go CT, but i am not entirely sure that's gonna work too well for me with my current workload, tho i was intending to stop on a thursday to battle through the worst of it on a weekend. well, that didn't happen. but what has happened is that i have managed to reduce my intake from 32 - 40 down to 18 - 20. Tomorrow i will cut down again to 15, then 12, then stop.
well, this is my plan. but i really have no confidence that i will succeed. the glimmers of hope and belief that i can do this are still so few and far between and are always far outweighed by the moments of despair and hopelessness. i do wonder if rehab would be an idea, but at the end of the day it all boils down to me and my strength, or lack thereof.
i cannot start my life over until i can finally give this up. and therein, perhaps lies the problem. i don't really want to live. sometimes, the only reason i keep going is because i could not contemplate causing such pain to my parents if i didn't,
is there a way out of this?
is there hope?
is there a future?
i remain unconvinced.