I was just going to put this in my journal but I thought better of it. I don't know how many people would read it there and I want people to read this. No, I NEED you all to read this because I am falling.
It has been 6 months for me. I had been taking Norco, Oxy, Xanax, Ambien, Cyclobenzaprine and whatever else the doctor's would order for me for years. I actually did not start abusing the Norco and Cyclo (which they claim are not addictive) until the past year or so. I believe that is right and you know, a lot of addicts laugh at me when I tell them I never took more than 6 Norco in a day. What I would fail to tell them is that I often added the Cyclo (usually one because they would simply melt me and that wasn't always the affect I was after), a Xanax and then later another Norco with that Ambien to help me sleep through it all. Some of you are still shaking your head and laughing at me. Whatever. Most of you kn ow where I am going with this...
It's been 6 months and the wd's were awful but every day I cheered for myself, telling myself I was going to get through it and be done with opiates, and drugs in general. I was going to be a Tylenol or Ibuprofen baby! That happened to a degree. I can honestly say that in 6 months I have been doing alright but the problem is, the really, major problem is, that everyone around me seems to think that now that the withdrawals are over, so is the need to be supportive. They think I'm done. They think life has gone back to the way it was before I started using and abusing. And you kn ow, in many aspects, they are right but in so many others, they are stone cold wrong.
I am not better. Not by a long shot. Being sober means I now have to face the realities of all the horrors I shoved inside that box when I used. I forgot all about the pain and misery that I was hiding from. Maybe I am lucky in that I had a pretty decent childhood and my husband must literally be one of the greatest men on the planet but unfortunately I did face the demon of sexual assault that I was not made aware of (and still have very little memory of) until I was 27. I am 43 now. The day my mother told me my husband said I went into some kind of shock and it took a doctor forcing a sedative on me to get me to stop screaming the word "Why?" over and over. Now, with sobriety, I am beginning to have flashbacks of memories. It is as if someone is shoving a polaroid of a horrific scene between a young girl and an old man in front of my face repeatedly but snatching it away before I can get a clear view.
When I try to talk to my husband about this, he isn't sure what to say. He listens to me and I can see in his eyes that he truly cares and wishes to God above that he could fix it, fix me, remove the pain. But he knows he can't. And before you start shouting at me about aftercare, don't, please. I am all about meetings and such if it works for you but they didn't for me. I felt like an outcast at the few I went to. I am seeing a therapist and he helps but the feelings still emerge and that is why I am here right now trying to save all our lives.
Addiction is an ongoing thing. You are NEVER going to be done. You may be able to get through withdrawals and feel so good and wonderful and you may be able to begin a new life with new prospects, just as I am doing right now and it is going to be so amazing and wonderful and so busy you won't have time to think about drugs or what made you want to use them in the first place. (feel free to insert booze in here, it's the same) But then there will be times like these, when it is quiet in the house and you are alone with your demons hovering unseen above you, within you and all of a sudden they POUNCE! Everything rushes in on you and you are there, alone and unprotected and it hurts and you scream and you cry and you WANT! Yes, you just need one, maybe two to take away the anguish you feel because memories are coming back to snag at your heart and mind and make you feel again. How Unfair it is and you are here all alone and it is so unfair! I just want one pill please, one drink and I'll be okay and the pain will slide off me and I'll be able to slip into oblivion. I need it. There is no one here to turn to now, no one for me to call or talk to or to hold me. I'm alone tonight and the memories and images are overpowering. You all know this feeling well don't you?
So what do you do when these feelings emerge and bombard you? Right at this moment I know how to get any drug of my choice. It would be as easy as calling my sister. Funny, she is on the very lowest rung of my support ladder. She actually finds my situation amusing. I shouldn't put that here but right now, honesty is my best friend and the only way I am going to survive this night. My misery and desire is eating at me like the nasty disease that it is and I want to cave so badly and slip away if not into total nothingness, than just into the realm of peaceful sleep. But damnit I won't!
I can't and neither can you when it gets this bad. I know I can get through the night. Every minute and hour is going to pass even if I believe it is an eternity away. It will and as it does, so the memories and urges will hopefully fade until I can close my eyes and not see demons anymore and my body gives into the exhaustion battering at it. I'll take that bath,, maybe turn on loud music (it's Friday) and wish I had someone to talk to who truly understood. My husband is asleep because he must get up at 3am but I kn ow if I cannot make it alone, he'll wake up for me but in my heart, I know he doesn't understand. He hates taking even aspirin. *smile*
This long rant/story/honest emission is put out here because I know that there are more of us out there tonight who may be 6 months, 6 years or even 6 hours into sobriety that want to give up. They want just one little pill, one single drink but I am telling you to take a slow deep breath and think clearly about everything you will be giving up in your life if you do take it. Don't shrug at me and say how you will just go through withdrawals again and again. Soon, your body won't be able to take it anymore, think about that.
Addiction is a lonely disease, no one understands your particular brand like you do. They can't. So often you will find yourself feeling as I do..friendless. I hope that in your case you can reach out and find someone who can relate even a little bit and you won't feel empty and afraid tonight. I want you to not think of using again but think about how much you are loved. Deep down I know I am loved. Deep down I know someone cares and doesn't want me to take that pill to make everything ugly fade away for as long as the high will last. It is just that right now at this very moment, I know they are others out there like me, who feel as if we don't have a friend in the world and we are fighting so hard not to take that pill. I am going to resist it and hope that you will too and that maybe you will come talk to me and we'll help each other...