I'm all over the place.
I'm all over the place.
Sigh.. Back again with my tail between my legs to tell you all about another horrible relapse.
For those who don't know, I went into a residental treatment program for drug addiction in january. A little less than a month ago I got kicked out after being there for 5 months because I decided to sneak out my window one night, go to the store, steal cough medicine, and bring it back to get high. I eventually got caught.
When I got discharged I ended up in a homeless shelter because my dad refused to take me back in. I was determinded to stay clean until I saw the first guy nodding out at the table. So I used heroin for a few days while at the shelter until my dad had a change of heart and agreed to let me live with him as long as I don't use in his house, bring anyone else in his house, or get arrested.. "easy enough" I thought.
I decided I wouldn't continue using heroin while at my Dad's house because I was turning my life around... So I got black-out drunk the night that I got there. For some reason at this point I had my self convinced that I could still control my using yet I found it nessecary to sell my iPod touch so I could buy drugs my third day back at my Dad's house.
Everything was seemingly going ok - I had outpatient set up, I had a job interview set up.. Everything was moving along.. Until I went out one night and decided to try doing crystal meth again..
I ended up shooting that stuff for 4 days straight with a dirty needle, missing outpatient and my job interview. And when I finally did come back home my dad kicked me out and I ended up in the hosptial a few hours later because I was causing a scene at the park because I was so paranoid.
Two days after the hospitalization my dad dropped me off at the salvation army. I stayed for two weeks but left today because I 100% do not agree with cristianity and I do not believe in jesus christ.
So right now I'm anxiously waiting for my mom to get home to find out that I'm not in rehab anymore. /:
For those who don't know, I went into a residental treatment program for drug addiction in january. A little less than a month ago I got kicked out after being there for 5 months because I decided to sneak out my window one night, go to the store, steal cough medicine, and bring it back to get high. I eventually got caught.
When I got discharged I ended up in a homeless shelter because my dad refused to take me back in. I was determinded to stay clean until I saw the first guy nodding out at the table. So I used heroin for a few days while at the shelter until my dad had a change of heart and agreed to let me live with him as long as I don't use in his house, bring anyone else in his house, or get arrested.. "easy enough" I thought.
I decided I wouldn't continue using heroin while at my Dad's house because I was turning my life around... So I got black-out drunk the night that I got there. For some reason at this point I had my self convinced that I could still control my using yet I found it nessecary to sell my iPod touch so I could buy drugs my third day back at my Dad's house.
Everything was seemingly going ok - I had outpatient set up, I had a job interview set up.. Everything was moving along.. Until I went out one night and decided to try doing crystal meth again..
I ended up shooting that stuff for 4 days straight with a dirty needle, missing outpatient and my job interview. And when I finally did come back home my dad kicked me out and I ended up in the hosptial a few hours later because I was causing a scene at the park because I was so paranoid.
Two days after the hospitalization my dad dropped me off at the salvation army. I stayed for two weeks but left today because I 100% do not agree with cristianity and I do not believe in jesus christ.
So right now I'm anxiously waiting for my mom to get home to find out that I'm not in rehab anymore. /:
I plan on discussing things with my Mom today. I want to try to get into a half-way house or maybe supportive living. I definitely need to get back in touch with my sponsor and meetings. All's I know is that I don't want this to be my life - Watching everyone live successful lives and achieving their goals while I'm off the side lines wishing that could be me.
But if you asked me that same question while I'm about to stick that needle in my arm I would say:
Absolutely 100% YES.
That's the insanity of my life. I know I need to not let myself get anywhere near that point because at a certain point nothing anyone can say will have any affect.
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