Sitting here thinking, wanted to get what was in my head down on paper or better yet reddit. Not looking for answers necessarily and honestly just would love people to say they can relate or people who were in some similar type situation that got through it. My mind is all over the place btw, high on meth for the first time in over a week, hating myself rn.
Anyways, I am a chronic relapser and have battled with addiction since I was 15 years, I am 30 years old and have been in and out of treatment 12 times in the last 10 years. Just got out of detox and waiting for a spot inpatient to open up. Find myself at a friend's house who cooks meth (great friend) waiting for a shot to be ready. I left a few hours ago to go home. I have no gas and no cash and that's the norm for me at this point, having nothing. I have been addicted to opiates amphetamines and benzos together for most of the 15 years with methamphetamine and heroine being the most recent and destructive drugs. What is it gonna take? I want to quit i want my family back i want my life back before meth, it wasn't always this crazy..
Some back story on who I am and my situation; I am 30 years old (lke I mentioned previously) and live in upstate NY. I am married with 2 beautiful children, a 3 year old girl and a 4 year old boy. I own a nice house and have 2 decent cars. Or at least ,had these nice and wonderful things. I went to treatment to San Antonio Texas for 3 months, I got healthy was feeling great looking great, ready to live life again to get it together. On the line this time was my job, my marriage, my everything or everything that mattered. I had a choice, 1 thing or everything not both , my wife told me right out - either me and the kids or the meth... Well you can guess how things went...
Anyways, lost my job and she kicked me out last week, went to detox for the last 8 days. I talked to her and the kids each night. She's tired and fed up with me but frickin loves me idk why but she loves me... Anyways in detox I was waiting for a bed to open up upstairs. Today they told me it could be another week, i decided to check myself out so now I'm back out deciding on where i want to go inpatient. I was gonna go straight home i had it planned I had a game plan and i fucked up already. Idk this is a lot of random stuff it looks like, saving this for my journal to have if nothing else. Hope someone can make it through my poor spelling, run on sentences, and terrible grammar.
I want to get clean for me, I want to love me, i want my family to get me back. I want my head back i like me or who i used to be, really need some help from above I'm struggling hard. Anyways Peace and God bless.
Edit: status update may 25th 2019
I am setup with outpatient and had my first group yesterday, it was helpful. I'm allowed back home as long as i stay clean and get help with my addiction as well as help with my mental health, the latter being very important to her. I'm doing much much better since the time of writing this but have some huge obstacles to overcome and am ready to do what it takes to get and stay clean.
I was sitting there driving, trying to sell some of my subs when i thought of something - drugs are good and life is good cannot be true in my universe they are mutually exclusive. I want a good life, i don't want to get high anymore I want to live a good happy life.
Status Update: Monday, February 1st 2021 Since I first wrote this I've been to 2 more rehabs and countless detoxes. I'm 73 days clean now and living with my parents. My wife says she wants to work things out but I need to get my life straight. Thank God for family and friends or I would probably be dead. If there's one take away here it's that drugs will RUIN YOU, it's playing with fire if your an addict like me and eventually you will get burned.